I chase away the darkest night to wake up the sun, Or I drape the heavy shadows when someone's life is done. What am I ?

I have a face but never smile I have two hands but never dial I chase each second round and round Yet I never make a single sound I can hang upon a wall with pride Or rest upon a desk and hide In towers tall I may be found Sometimes I wake you with a sound I never sleep yet night will come I never speak yet tell you some I have no legs but time I chase And never leave my resting place What am I

A needle always leads the way, I closely trail behind. Though one leaves tiny holes at first, I leave them stitched behind.

I must admit, I'm at a loss, this riddle word, it gives me pause. At a risk, I riddle this: Final Fantasy 10's labyrinthian trials, seemed to go on for miles! If you're still unsure, think of this: a monastery where nuns live.

I'm circular. Add a letter and I'm floored. Swap a letter and I'm lost no more. Swap the first and I'm a little hill. Add a letter and I'll be here if you want to chill. What am I ?