I weave a world where fabric takes flight, With nimble dance and stitches so tight, What am I, crafting beauty with might?

I was once black and white Now I can be created instantly I am shared and saved All with just a click

I have no eyes nor ears from that of biology but can see and hear where there is no sound. I carrry a gold disc to compensate for my shortcomings. I have traveled for almost half a century to find a friend.

I’m a puddle that peaked in medieval times, I go around houses like property lines. I don’t wave hello, I just sit and float What am I?

I appear when water is beaten, yet I am lighter than what I’m born from. I cling to shores, mugs, and mouths, a crowd of tiny prisoners made only of air. I vanish at a touch or with time, but while I last, I soften every surface. What am I?