Answer:
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
What has thirteen hearts But no body or soul?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
There is an ancient invention. Still used in some parts of the world today. That allows people to see through walls.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?