I have a single tail but no head, I bleed vibrant colors but I am already dead. I love to be hugged by needles and hooks, And I tell warm stories without using books.

In the alchemist's garden, a mystic veil of the blossom, it whispers secrets to passing winds, a delicate shield to the heart of nature's creation.

I’m easy to get into But, hard to get out of.

I have big glowing eyes and an antenna on top, From questions and cakedays, I never quite stop. I’m a time-traveling alien of white, pink, or blue, What is my name? It’s simply just

I glide but never wander, I press without a hand. I’m trusted before meetings, Yet feared when left to stand. What am I?