due to unfortunate events ... or ... knowledge (no offense my loving riddle children.)
LETS MOVE ON TO THE NEXT ONE SHALL WE?
I hoard not gold, but starlight's gleam,
And breathe not fire, but a silent dream.
My scales reflect a nebula's hue,
My song, a whisper, chilling and true.
My slumber holds the universe's fate,
My awakening, a cosmic, dreadful weight.
What am I?
