I am....full of crashing mayhem;

I carry a rhythm that lulls people to sleep.
I follow no orders, but from the cold shining temptress in the star holder.
Many perish in my hold, but countless unknown creatures thrive;
I leave a stark, salty taste in my quake,
Yet I serve solemnly and serenely along cross-world pleasantry's.
What am I?


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