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 just minted #9 in the Myth Taken POAP series for being such a great listener and supporter of our storytelling hour! You always give us a big smile when we see you show up and spend this magical time with us! Share a smile and this space with a friend as we grow our audience! Here is a little poem for you too! The Currency of Smiles A smile is more than curve and light, It bridges hearts, it mends the night. No coin or jewel could weigh the same, For joy and warmth are what it claims. We smile to greet, we smile to show, The gentlest truth our spirits know. A signal bright, both soft and true, That says, “I see the best in you.” Each grin a spark, a whispered thread, That ties the living to the dead. We keep them close, like cherished gold, A treasure more than hands can hold. In photographs, our smiles remain, A timeless echo, free from pain. A memory etched, a soul’s release... A simple curve that whispers peace. So trade in laughter, share it wide, This currency will never hide. For when we smile, we’re not apart... It’s joy exchanged from heart to heart.

Congratulations! You have minted POAP #5 from our Myth Taken Storytelling hour! This is a small thank you for being such a great listener and supporter! We hope you enjoyed your time with us! We hope you join us again! “The Feather Floats Up” 📜 A Whisper from the Memory Hall A feather rose, not by wind, but by will, Threaded with silence, impossibly still. Not a fall, not a flight...just a hush in the air, Like a thought half-remembered, too soft to declare. Emile stood watching, heart-light aglow, A glass figure rooted where memories go. No reaching, no grasping... just open and bright, As the feather swirled upward, a ribbon of light. Its path carved a spiral of glimmers and sighs, Of stories once whispered, now learning to rise. No need to control it, no need to explain... Some treasures return only after the rain. He smiled through the shimmer, Let it rise without end... Because sometimes the breaking Is how things transcend.

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 Jan 13th 2023. 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.