Answer:
A building where people and stories are on stage
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
You can read it both ways, I wearΝΎ One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?