Answer:
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
A building where people and stories are on stage
What has four wings but cannot fly and uses the wind but does not know why?
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What lies in a tunnel of darkness. That can only attack when pulled back?
I can only be played on a windy day