Answer:
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
A tree with 5 branches, no leaves and no fruits
A building where people and stories are on stage
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?