Answer:
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
Iβm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.