A box of joy beneath your screen, where avatars live and stories are seen. Buttons are pressed to bring worlds alive, guiding heroes as they strive.

I come in many different shapes and sizes. I am not alive but hold something that is. I can be found outside or inside. I do not hold tea but part of my name is shared with a vessel that does.

A guardian of secrets, silent and small, peeking through its portal reveals stories untold, a bridge for metal's twist to unlock the unknown.

When you kick me, I'll break you in turn. Yet when in danger, for my presence you'll yearn. I'll crown, but I'm of no tenet. That's right, I am a...

Doing it to a shirt Doing it to hair Flattening a skirt It's more than hot air