It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
For thousands of years,
Seen only in tale.
The wind as a sail,
For one thunderous gale.
Shiny stores rich in lore,
The burning temper, like Earth's core.
What am I?
I am in a land where thirty men and two women were dressed in classic black and white dress. They began to fight as soon as any of them moves.
Where am I ?
