Answer:
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure a matter of course. I am given with pleasure when taken by force.
I have memories but none of my own whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different it's because you changed me I feel like a decoration here for you to arrange me.
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
I've got a beautiful beautiful hall all walled in red velvet with all white armchairs made of bone and in the middle a woman dances.
Though I am only two words I have thousands of letters in me
I tell people to be careful when handling boxes.