I hide the world, then let it through, With just a pull, I change the view. On stage or window, I may fall, what am I, soft divider for all?

I’m skinny and tall, but the more that I speak, The shorter I get, and the more I grow weak. I wear a pink hat, though I don’t have a head, And my bones are made entirely of lead. I can draw you a world, or erase what is past, But the sharpest I am is when I'm running out fast.

I'm used to build a dragon's hide, Or to give an idea of size, Lady Justice holds me high, I'm the ascension notes go by

I sit here building LEGO for my own glory, a three-d printer going, with my own story. creation is a goal of mine, sitting idle, destroys my mind. So I post more content daily, using this, to craft new content.

I paint a whole scene, but hold no brush. A wide view I bring, without a rush. What am I, this vista's lush?