Answer:
What is full of holes but still holds water
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?