Red or yellow strands that come from purple flowers A spice with a unique fragrance

I form at the beginning, but take shape at the end. I go through states to achieve my solid one. When I change back, please collect me; otherwise, I’ll find a way to do damage.

I live in warmth And am bathed in colors I can be found in the wild But will often be caged I can be taught And I can talk

A Cloud in space, Of dust and gas I birth new stars That glow away

A crest in the west, a patron in east. Big and powerful in the west, old and wise in the east. From mythos I am, not real but a tale. What am I?