Right-oh, it's my turn. *cracks knuckles* Give me a while, I've got one coming. Alright, here we go. A proper one this time... I am He who walks the bright scarlet roads, pushing, shoving, carrying the loads. My fair-skinned brother, who devours all "others", recognizes me as at home. Never resting, always moving, and not the same path every time. It is I who brings life, through toil and strife... Can you solve my riddle in rhyme? I'ma bringin' my A-game zis time...