I am devoid of life. I eat at your warmth. I take your comfort. I leave nothing. Come to the plain where I lurk, and you will be incased in cold. I am infinite yet no one knows what I am, and you'll be choked out before you know it. What am I?
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I am
A singularity / black hole
It is devoid of life,
Certainly
It takes away your warmth / encases you in cold
True, due to the excessive gravity it absorbs any type of radiation including light therefore any form of heat and in the space near it there's near absolute cold
It leaves practically nothing,
True, it assimilates anything.
It is Infinite,
True, no amount of size/mass limitation has been proven to exist
No one knows
True, mostly the science of it is based on assumptions and cannot be practically tested
And chokes you out before you know it.
Definitely ...
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$\begingroup$ Thank you. I usually think of more abstract things. $\endgroup$– OvermindJul 25, 2019 at 8:09
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I guess
it could be space(to be precise- evacuated space)
which
is infinite, devoid of life, is cold, and can be mysterious enough fitting the description.
Though
this is a partial one!
answered Jul 22, 2019 at 16:35
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Is it maybe
time?
I am devoid of life.
I eat at your warmth.
I take your comfort.
I leave nothing.
As time is passing, we are loosing life, warmth, and comfort.
Come to the plain where I lurk,
and you will be incased in cold.
Honestly, not so sure about this part...
I am infinite yet no one knows what I am
Time is infinite, it is hard to define.
and you'll be choked out before you know it
Everybody dies. Sooner or later we are out of time.
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Isnt it
Wind
its devoid of life
Take away your warmth
leave practically nothing
and of course, infinite
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$\begingroup$ "yet no one knows what I am" - I'm pretty sure people know what rot13(jvaq) is. $\endgroup$– DuckJul 22, 2019 at 15:49
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I think it is
Death
It is devoid of life,
It takes away your warmth
The body goes cold after death
It leaves practically nothing,
It is Infinite,
And chokes you
out of breath
