Congratulations! You have minted Myth Taken POAP #20 It so happens to be our very last one... We thank each and every one of you for taking time out of your busy days to listen for an hour... To laugh, cry, and contribute a bit of warmth that makes us all feel human again through story. Just know with every end there is a beginning... every closed book can be opened again... And with that said... here is a poem just for you! 🪶 The Last Page Still Glows The best of tales must find their close, like lanterns dimmed at twilight’s prose. Each ending sighs, but softly too... a door swings shut, to open new. We’ve traded myths and moonlit schemes, spilled ink and laughter, built our dreams. You brought your sparks, your heart, your art... and stitched this myth from every part. So if the stars seem far tonight, just know you helped them burn so bright. For endings aren’t the dark, my friend... they’re just how brighter tales begin. To all who spoke and spun and played, our orbit glowed from all you made. We’ll haunt new pages, drift new skies... but leave this space with smiling eyes. So raise your quills, you brilliant few, and write the next wild world askew. For stories end, yet somehow stay... in laughter shared, they find their way. 🕯️ Thank you, dear listeners and story-weavers, for your time, your words, and your wonder. 💫 Every feather floats up...and so will we.

Congratulations! You have scored #12 in our Myth Taken POAP series! This means you have joined the most awesome posse of listeners and storytellers out there! Your support and participation inspires us to no end! Tell your friends and bring them along for the fun! This week we were inspired by the Shade Haven ghosts! And so is the poem! Enjoy! Wandering into Strange Places Step past the stones, where the pathways twist, Into a fog the moonlight kissed. The portal hums, the shadows call, Adventure waits beyond the wall. The ghosts of Shade Haven drift in parade, Whispering secrets, throwing shade. But their jest is kind, their mischief light, They guide you gently through the night. Each door you find may lead somewhere new... A carnival strange, or a sky turned blue, A library of whispers, a garden of flame, Worlds with no maps, yet each has a name. So wander on, let your courage sing, For who knows what the night may bring? Through portals of wonder, both far and near, Your imagination’s the key to get here.

Congratulations! You have collected the very first Collab Myth Taken POAP! Thank you for being a great listener and showing up! The Cute Puffins NFT Collection were the inspiration for this weeks storytelling session. And of course a poem to mark the occasion! One Word It wasn’t a shout. Not thunder or flame. Just a puffin, quite small, who quietly came. No banner was raised, no crowd turned to see... just a single word that was whispered to me. A word with no edges, yet sharp as a spark. It slipped through my chest and lit up the dark. I could’ve ignored it. As many would do. Too soft, too strange, too humble, too true. But I paused. I heard. I let it inside. And suddenly… something shifted in stride. The stars looked brighter. The loop felt less tight. The world, somehow, stepped into light. So if ever you’re lost and hope feels absurd... don’t overlook the smallest word. The puffin may wobble, but his truth stands tall. Small voices, once heard, can change it all.

A token to commemorate your attendance to Below Bored's Town Hall event on December 30th 2022. Art by Tania del Rio.

A token to commemorate your attendance to Below Bored's Town Hall event on December 23rd 2022. Art by Tania del Rio.