"Welcome to my mansion." The door slams behind as you enter a large meeting hall. You turn back and pull at the handles, but your host replies, "These are one-way doors." He takes you by the hand and proceeds to show you down the chamber and into a larger room. Everything is covered in white and scarlet drapes. You hear eerie music playing from a pipe organ. Your host asks, "Do you like it?" Hoping to escape, you say, "I-- I think I just need a little fresh air." Your host agrees, and leads you out a backdoor. As soon as he let's you go, you run as fast and far away into the woods as you can. Branches and wind whip at your face. It feels like forever, but when you finally find a clearing, you realize you've returned to the mansion. "That did not take you long. Come, welcome back." You feel a force push you back inside, maybe ghosts or armored knights. You again find yourself in the large meeting hall, but it looks a little different. As your host walks you down the chamber and into another room, he notices your confusion and smiles, explaining, "These are not the same halls. Earlier you came in from the right wing of my mansion. This is the left wing." After you hear the last note played from the organ's leturgical piece, your host leads you out a front door. "You may truly leave this time; the tour has ended. But you'll be back," He laughs. "In fact, you have already been here on numerous occasions. You have just forgotten." What is this place!?

We sound like Eden as a pair. Make us weight, we won't play fair. Sometimes consensus, most times schism. Usually locked away in prism. If by chance you seek, then throw. The serpent sees where we meet low. We carry freight when we meet high, But separate us, and we die.

Unlike other rulers I am strengthened by neglect. Over my jurisdiction, great taxes I elect. When routine dues are paid, I am weakened severely. Yet if too long delayed, it may cost you quite dearly. My vault is of the flesh, my tellers silver and bone. The upkeep of the kingdom is financed with a loan.

I have a heart that never beats, I have a home but I never sleep. I can take a mans house and build anothers, And I love to play games with my many brothers. I am a king among fools. Who am I?

You may think me an actor; people come from all over the world to see me play my role. The play begins like all plays do – the red curtain draws aside, and I come onto the stage. There is one other actor. He is dressed in beautiful, bright clothing. I, however, am entirely naked. There are many acts in this play, in between which the other actor helps me to get dressed before the curtain reopens. He dresses me in colorful piercings and a red coat. The story we tell is a tragedy through dance. My choreography is straightforward, but if he forgets his then the play is over. Either way, I consider this a once in a lifetime performance. What role do I play?

I'm the end that brings the end, I'm the one that hides. Shackles gird me waist to toe, Sealed in tower I. Ever tasked to make amends, Slowly here I die. My stricken foe you'll never know, His death is met with sigh.

Twice born but once it dies. A more feline obelisk then a dairy soar. Some to royalty will rise. When seen by many they're adored. What is it?