Tread in the tulips, Nice and light, Swan lake style, Add some height

I’m born from something whole but never stay that way. I glitter like treasure yet promise only blood if you’re careless. I remember the shape I used to be, but now I travel alone, a splintered echo of a former self.

A journey without footsteps, where minds expand and horizons shift, guided by curiosity's spark and the ink of knowledge.

First four can be thrown or kicked And on the court can be bricked All together, a pin will pop! Add water and drop.