This could be a tool, a weapon, or a place that corvids get drunk

I can be used as remote storage, or I could be made of dust and water. I may also distort your judgement. What am I?

Like curtains drawn when day is done. I close out light, I block the sun. I guard the windows of your soul, and lift again to make your vision whole.

I hold a breath that never leaves, and rain that falls but never flees. A captured season, a silent cage, where life is written on a glass page. I am a kingdom without a key, where the earth looks out, but cannot be free. What am I?

Put a picture in it Put a patsy in it Put a window in it Put a plan in it What is it?