Answer:
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
What can be forever wound up but never annoyed?
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?