I am both ancient and ageless, a wanderer’s vessel, blue and faceless. I hum with secrets, my doors never still, yet my insides defy my outward will. What am I, the paradox untold, here centuries are young and seconds are old?
I'm a fruit. Take away my first letter, I'm a body part. Take my last letter, I'm a legume. Take my first and last letters, I'm a video game company. What am I?
