Someone's crafty hands hijacked the stage,
But players saw through, wise beyond their age.
With cunning and wit, they broke the spell,
The puzzle's true essence, they knew so well.

Now let me weave you a riddle that guides,
Of stairs ascending, to where faith resides.
To a place where parties dance and sway,
And meetings linger throughout the day.

Above these steps, drinks are downed with delight,
And many have raced with all of their might.
In this realm of the bizarre and quaint,
Also lies the origin of a four-legged saint.

Now as you ponder, what's to ensue,
Consider this, a hint for you:
Under that staircase, where you will stand,
The next clue awaits, close at hand.