Impossible to describe, first time felt can blow ones' mind. The catalyst for every extreme action, benevolent to scorched earth madness.

I am the end of time. I also show up in your home. In the grime. Twice I’m alive mesmerized. In name, in fame, and partly sublime. You’re not heard in mime, or in rhyme. Yet you’re there in the name. The answer reflects your design.

When you look into a mirror, it is what you see. The two ends of name, flame, and home It’s what I call myself

I have a stiff shaft and my tip penetrates. I come with a quiver. What am I?

Get locked up against your will and it's illegal to do this. But if you volunteer or pay to go into this room, then it's not only legal, but fun!