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 lucky POAP #13 in the Myth Taken series for being such a great listener! Your support is appreciated by us so much! Thank you for being so awesome! Enjoy the art and the poem too! The Carnival That Found Me 🎡✨ When daylight fades and shadows fall, The carnival whispers, it beckons us all. Lanterns ignite with a flicker and flare, Painting the night with colors rare. The air is sugared, spun with delight, Popcorn and candied apples in sight. Smoke from the grills, a cinnamon breeze, The perfume of wonder drifts through the trees. Laughter rolls where the midway bends, Each corner a secret the twilight defends. The Ferris wheel hums, the calliope sings, And time itself dances on painted swings. Why do we love it, why do we stay? Because the carnival steals the gray. In every light, in every sound, A piece of lost childhood is suddenly found. So let the gates open, let mystery start, The carnival waits in the dark of the heart. It finds you wandering, it knows your name... And nothing you see will ever be the same.