Answer:
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. Amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.