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 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 just minted Myth Taken POAP #11 for being such a great listener! We thank you for your continued support of community storytelling and the creative endeavors of our artists and writers that make our world a more enjoyable place to be! Please enjoy this little poem too! “Smile from the Graveyard” 🌙👻 Among the stones where shadows play, And whispers wander, night to day, Emile walks softly, glass aglow, Through moonlit paths the lost still know. A ghost drifts near with gentle cheer, Its smile a beacon drawing near. No sorrow lingers, no mournful sound, Just laughter humming underground. From earthen soil, two hands arise, Not grasping dark, but reaching skies. Even in graves where silence keeps, A grin breaks through, a joy that leaps. For death is not the end of light, Nor every grave a home of night. Sometimes the earth will laugh instead, A smile remembered from the dead.

Congratulations! You have just minted Myth Taken POAP #7 in celebration of our first open mic 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 Bubble Stage” Inside the bubble, the stage is aglow, With stories that shimmer, and voices that flow. A dragon takes wing in a sky made of rhyme, A ship sails through moonlight, unmoored from time. Emile stands ready, his heart burning bright, Turning silence to stardust, and words into light. Each tale is a lantern, each laugh is a star, Carried on echoes to places afar. So step to the mic, let your heart’s story bend... For here every beginning Can meet every end.

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.

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