Answer:
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen.
As light as a feather, but you canβt hold it for ten minutes.
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
What has three feet but no arms or legs?
You can only have it once you have given it.
What is always coming but never arrives?