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What kind of room has no doors or windows?
Keep doing me to avoid lens dryness
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
I am a bow that can never be tied or broken but can disappear. What am I?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?