Answer:
A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.
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 am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
What is the heart of many risks, has a heart, but is not a living being?
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.