Across
- 3. An enclave of ablutions, where echoes of hygiene dance, a retreat of rituals in a watery trance.
- 6. Karl von Drais gave birth to my design,A mode of transport so benign.
- 7. Gathering light, both faint and old,Out to the depths, its secrets unfold
- 8. An upholstered cradle of leisure, where tales are spun and stillness finds its measure
Down
- 1. A hub of ambition, where strategies unfurl, and the clink of ideas echoes in this working world
- 2. In the backyard's secret vault, where tools find their hush, and the echo of storage whispers amid the brush
- 4. In the realm where angles reside,Above the floors where secrets hide,Angles acute, obtuse, they blend,A polygon's sum is what they send.
- 5. Before you enter, take a pause, A space to gather, for a noble cause.Not fully inside, yet not quite out,A transition zone, without a doubt.
- 6. Where dreams intertwine with slumber's embrace, a realm of rest amidst life's hectic pace