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 have minted Myth Taken POAP #10 Thank you so much for being an awesome listener! Let's keep the creative fire burning bright! Enjoy the poem! “The Phoenix Fire” On the tenth night, the circle glows, A story burns, and a fire grows. Emile sits still, his marshmallow bright, Fox curled close in the hush of night. Smile coins crackle, scrolls take flame, A broken heart whispers its secret name. Ash drifts upward, sparks take flight, Becoming a Phoenix, reborn in light. Its wings stretch wide, the fire sings, A promise of endings that turn into beginnings. For what we burn we do not lose... It changes shape, it learns to move. So gather close, bring tales to share, The fire is patient, the flames will care. Tonight we rise, in glow and song, The Phoenix reminds us... we’ve been burning all along.

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 third Myth Taken POAP! Thank you for being a great listener and showing up! Breathing life into a JPG was the inspiration for this weeks storytelling session. And of course a poem to mark the occasion! 🎬 The Star You Named They minted me with careful code a sparkle here, a rare-ish nose. They tagged my traits in tidy rows, but no one knew the path I chose. I waited in that pixel shell, a nameless face, just a JPEG to sell. Until you came with pen in hand, and scribbled something bold… something grand. A name. A spark. Of whispered fame. You didn’t just collect, you proudly named. And when you did, the world turned bright, a spotlight cut through endless night. No longer floor. No longer lost. You paid in soul, not just in cost. With story now and name in tow, I took the lead. I stole the show. You gave me quirks. You gave me scars. You cast me not as a clone, but as a star. And suddenly this JPEG frame became a myth, became a flame. The credits rolled, the lights went low, and there I stood, my tale in flow. You gave me a plot. You gave me fate. You made me someone really great. Name me. Frame me. Let me rise. I’m not a trait...I’m a franchise. A legend born behind this glass, Made real by you. At last.