What is three parts chicken, two parts catcat and half a goat?

I swallow explorers in twists of endless dread, Minotaurs lurk where walls whisper lies, One wrong path and bones join the forgotten, Yet solved I free the mind from its own prison.

change my first and i'm what you do on your phone, day in and day out change my second and give me a bucket change my third and set the table on me altogether i'll guide you when you're lost.

I'm a cold area, a frozen wasteland with six letters to keep it cool. Nothing grows, under this heavy weight, often compared to a feather, if you swap the second for an o.

I am a graveyard that never keeps names, each step a promise I will not remember. The sea confesses to me in violence and lullabies, the moon tugs at my bones like an old debt. I swallow wars, lovers, and glassed-over dreams, then shine as if nothing was lost.