Riddle:
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep, for mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backward, forwards, upside down. Think critically and answer the question.
What am I?
Riddle:
I am at the beginning of all things. I am at the end of eternity. There is but one path from my beginning to my end. My whole embodies indifference.
What am I?
Riddle:
I am a window, I am a lamp, I am clouded, I am shining, and I am colored; set in white, I fill with water and overflow. I say much, but I have no words. What am I?
Riddle:
I always point in the right direction. My instructions are written in black and white. Disobey me and pay the consequences. I will never say more than two words at a time.
What am I?