I’m a tiny room that’s not for sleep, I guard your shirts and secrets deep. You visit me but never stay, I eat your mess at least, that’s what you say. What am I?

A slender path for unseen whispers, binding worlds and unlocking doors, its dance is both rigid and flexible, a conductor of silent conversations.

I'm the silver curve that takes a swoop. You might do this when feeling cuddly. I'm the only one welcome in a liquid group, Because who gives a fork? I don't.

The digital babysitter that both entertains and hypnotizes, a modern window to distant lands, yet steals moments of reality.

I am a symbol of eternity, without beginning or end. My interlaced lines tell stories of unity and connection, woven without the aid of a modern mind. What am I?