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Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?
I am a portal to another world which you cannot enter. Only you can see me but I can't see you.
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
I am natureβs way of applauding lightning.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?