I have entries and passages, yet usually lack walls and water. I cannot think, but can hold many a thought.

I have a head, but no eyes Four legs, but only one foot. I’m a sight for sore eyes But when in use, I’m rarely seen.

I am used to search and transport through all dimensions three, but I am not used to fly through the sky with birds and breeze. You can find me in a stuffy, deadly game of hide and seek.

I’m raised, yet never climb. I’m golden, yet not coin. I make men forget and strangers bond. I’m willing at dusk and gone by dawn.

I'm not human, nor an animal. but when i bite i leave my teeth. what am i?