Answer:
Hoofed frolicking.
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time weβll last.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
Both punishment and sweet reward, It will befall both fool and lord. It is a spiritual scoreboard, Your every deed it does record.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?