Change my last bit to create a Japanese boxed meal. Sit on me to eat it. But only in sunny weather, or else the rain will soak you.

Mostly known today, for where you bury your face. Sort of like a shortcut to info you chase. It can be moved around, wherever you deem the place. Weather, searching, for trade. Mini app’s, mini space.

I am the storer of boxes In older homes, this is where your washer and dryer would typically be Some convert me to game rooms Some are where older children get cozy and refuse to leave

You throw me and yet I return instantly and for everyone that is watching they only see a crescent in the ceiling

Standing guard where sea meets land, a steadfast barrier against ocean's hand. Ships can rest, yet waves must fall, behind this silent, stony wall. What am I?