Congratulations! You have just minted Myth Taken POAP #14 Celebrating our first progressive storytelling space! We hope you enjoyed hearing everyone share their creative talents from the many wonderful communities we have touched! We look forward to having more of these spaces! Thanks for listening and participating! We love all of you! And of course there is always a poem.... ✨ The Fortune Teller’s Whisper ✨ Beneath the canvas, stitched in night, Where lanterns hum with secret light, A crystal ball begins to glow, Revealing paths you may not know. The fortune teller’s eyes are deep, She stirs the silence ghosts still keep. Her voice a thread, both soft and sly: “One truth will ground you, one will fly.” The ball shows storms, the ball shows flame, It whispers softly, calls your name. Yet every image, twist, and bend, Is but a door...you choose the end. For fate’s not chains, but swirling streams, It bends to those who dare to dream. So take the riddle, guard it well... The choice is yours, the fortune’s spell.

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 just collected Myth Taken POAP#8! Thank you for being such a great listener to our storytelling hour! And hopefully, you are inspired to become a storyteller in our future spaces! Spread the word that creativity and imagination is here to stay! Stay GOLDEN just like Emile! Here is a short poem for you to enjoy! “The Doors of Gold” They say there are only twenty-four Gold Emiles in all the realms. And each one is a key to a single door... a door that will open for you once in your lifetime. No two doors lead to the same place. Some open into gardens under eternal starlight, where flowers breathe and time forgets to move. Some open into libraries of impossible books, their pages written in ink you’ve only seen in dreams. Some open into moments you thought were lost forever... a touch, a laugh, a memory come back to life. But here’s the thing about doors: they can change you. Some close behind you forever, sealing what was, asking you to walk on. Others stay ajar, their hinges patient, inviting you back when your heart is ready. And somewhere, even now, a Golden Emile stands, keys spinning in his hand like stars, choosing which lock to turn, which world to awaken.

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.