Riddle 117

 

In realms of blue, I drift and roam,

A shapeshifting dance, my silent home.

Above the peaks, I softly shroud,

Yet beneath my veil, mysteries enshroud.

I'm born of vapor, unseen and proud,

My whispers echo, a celestial crowd.

I paint the sky with hues so bright,

And cloak the stars in veils of night.

Though weightless, I can hold great power,

A storm's fury in my darkest hour.

Across horizons, I gracefully glide,

A puzzle to ponder, where secrets hide.

What am I, elusive and proud?

A riddle's answer, softly vowed.

In wisps and wisps, I am endowed,

Decipher me: I am a _______.

Choose wisely, let your intuition guide, 

For in this riddle, truths abide.

Click on the correct answer. 

Feather

Moon

Cloud

Whisper

Mirage

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