It is a round palace / without a door.
Inside it there is a bright yellow core.
For somebody new / it's a safe comfy cell
Until the walls, fencing it, / finally fell.
A new life is kept there until one day comes,
The roof of the palace cracks through into lumps.
There comes a new creature, uncertain, afraid...
Not knowing this world, in the search for some aid.
Riddle 02
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