I fall like curtains, soft and slight, to guard your gaze from dust and light. I shield the windows of your soul, then rise again at your control.

By the whisper of the witching chime, beckon mortals to enter, in time. What rings through the void, heard but unseen, a herald from realms where shadows convene?

I tell you stop or when to go, or send a message soft and low.

A simple machine, programmed for tasks; We assume human shape, but it could be flat. Autonomous in nature, at least that’s the goal, programmed to help with many a task. My favorite is Rosie, though Bender comes next, both from cartoons, where they’re best.

A stitch, a cone, or indecision You might find me in your kitchen