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.

Congratulations! You have collected the very first Myth Taken POAP! Thank you for being a great listener and showing up! You deserve something shiny and fun to mark the occasion. And a poem too! Just for Inspiration! The Suitcase Spark I found a box of joy today, Not tucked in gold, but dust and play. A rubber duck, a wooden steed, A bear who knew just what I need. No purpose stamped, no labels read, Just echoes from a life I shed. Before the scrolls, before the scheme, I lived inside a louder dream. I drew with sticks. I ruled the sand. The stars were sprinkles in my hand. No right, no wrong—just make and be, Unfolding wonder endlessly. I held that joy, it held me too. It whispered, “You remember, don’t you?” And in that glint of childish light, I drew again. And it felt right.