My days began before Adam’s. I copy every creature and look like a man. I creep over the tops of the grass and leave no mark where I pass. You can touch me but never feel me, and nobody has ever tasted, heard or smelt me. You see me every day, and at night you’ll find me by candlelight. What am I?
Give me a hintThe hint
It goes where you go.
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A shadow
Source: English parlour riddle, in Edith B. Ordway, The Handbook of Conundrums, 1914