Riddles a bit thinky lately? I present to thee, a short spelling bee Something ants and the brits have in common. Take over the world, a big ambition.

Riddles a bit thinky lately? I present to thee, a short spelling bee Frederick is my name, nihilism is my game. Challenging spelling is my fame.

A story passed down through the ages, a fabled city lost in all but tale. These people grew greedy, attacked the Athenians, and overnight their home was gone. Many fables have existed, about what advancements existed, but no proof has ever been found.

I am a tall, slender tower, a finger pointing to the sky, Where a voice calls out five times a day, making the faithful fly. I have no doors at the bottom, but a path to the top I keep, To see the world and spread the call while others are asleep.

My name means 'fresh' in Italian, but I am often centuries old. I am not painted on the wall; I become the wall itself as the plaster dries. What am I?