NOT Wise Community
07.05.202511:13
Thanks @meowmeowpew for such beautiful story ❤️
06.05.202519:17
Owling #455 has left, but a shiny piece of paper fell out from behind his wing.
06.05.202517:43
Owling #66 has grown up 🔑
06.05.202516:54
Owling #2 has grown up 🔑
06.05.202515:53
5 minutes left
06.05.202514:58
By @PokeTheBadger for NOT Wise Contest 🎉
06.05.202523:48
🔑
06.05.202518:51
Owling #58 has gone... but left 10 golden eggs after itself
06.05.202517:39
Owling #3 has grown up 🔑
06.05.202516:10
SOLD 🔑
This owling grants a life-time x5 bonus for burning NOT Wise Eggs
Symbol of greed becomes a symbol of fomo, frens
This owling grants a life-time x5 bonus for burning NOT Wise Eggs
Symbol of greed becomes a symbol of fomo, frens
06.05.202515:21
Better, but still toooooooooooooooo cheap
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06.05.202514:50
It's been one year since Not Wise owl NFTs were first released on Getgems. They've been a leader of $TON NFTs with several collections released including their mysterious eggs, grouche pears, project merch, lottoque (egg crates), and dune buggies. Their game is in beta testing stage and soon to be released to the public via Telegram mini-app.
Their owlings collection has recently been released, consisting on 501 NFTs with 20 mystery (custom) owlings. A small batch was released about 36 hours ago which were all immediately purchased; the floor has already risen by 8x their listing price.
The next batch will be released in a couple hours at 15:55 UTC. You must make an offer of 20 $TON for a regular or 40 $TON for a custom; only offers after 15:55 will be considered.
The original Not Wise collection was released in a similar manner - offers of 20 $TON were accepted initially. The collection grew to a floor of around 350 $TON very quickly.
Make sure to DYOR to see the potential in this project. Good luck to everyone making offers today! 🔑
Their owlings collection has recently been released, consisting on 501 NFTs with 20 mystery (custom) owlings. A small batch was released about 36 hours ago which were all immediately purchased; the floor has already risen by 8x their listing price.
The next batch will be released in a couple hours at 15:55 UTC. You must make an offer of 20 $TON for a regular or 40 $TON for a custom; only offers after 15:55 will be considered.
The original Not Wise collection was released in a similar manner - offers of 20 $TON were accepted initially. The collection grew to a floor of around 350 $TON very quickly.
Make sure to DYOR to see the potential in this project. Good luck to everyone making offers today! 🔑
06.05.202522:19
They danced at dawn when the elders hid from the sun, sang without words, and round dances with fireflies. A tiny owling brought a drop of dew in his beak and dropped it on a withered scroll: “Truth is not in complexity, but in simplicity”. The owlings showed how to rejoice in the first snow without thinking about its melting, how to listen to the wind without looking for messages in it. Gradually the elders began to throw off their shackles: Owdaddy laughed for the first time in centuries when he saw another little owling somersaulting through the air.
The forest was coming to life. But as the last shadows seemed to dissipate, the little owling spotted “him” - an owling with feathers the color of darkness, whose single eye burned with scarlet light while the other was hidden behind a bandage. The stranger watched from the thicket, not joining in the games. “Who are you?” - The little owling asked. “One who remembers...” - whispered the dark chick, dissolving into thin air. The fledgling felt an icy prick in his heart. Perhaps not all owlings chose the light. Or perhaps the darkness only feigned innocence to infiltrate the nest itself.....
The Dark Owling left a single mark on the ground - a charred feather with a barely visible symbol: a sword with a scarlet eye on the blade...
The forest was coming to life. But as the last shadows seemed to dissipate, the little owling spotted “him” - an owling with feathers the color of darkness, whose single eye burned with scarlet light while the other was hidden behind a bandage. The stranger watched from the thicket, not joining in the games. “Who are you?” - The little owling asked. “One who remembers...” - whispered the dark chick, dissolving into thin air. The fledgling felt an icy prick in his heart. Perhaps not all owlings chose the light. Or perhaps the darkness only feigned innocence to infiltrate the nest itself.....
The Dark Owling left a single mark on the ground - a charred feather with a barely visible symbol: a sword with a scarlet eye on the blade...
06.05.202518:02
Owling #45 has grown up 🔑
06.05.202517:29
Owling #403 has grown up 🔑
06.05.202516:06
1 minute
06.05.202515:13
Woah! Pretty cheap for greed symbol of our community 🔑
06.05.202514:28
Unique historical revoked owling is up for auction 🔑
06.05.202522:09
Deep in the ancient forest, where the branches of century-old oaks wove themselves into the vault of the sky, there was a kingdom of owls. The older ones, with feathers silvered by time, ruled from the heights of wisdom, while the younger ones, the owlings, with down like moonlight, frolicked below, unaware of the weight of the ages. But the balance was deceptive.
The elder owls, once guardians of knowledge, were immersed in dark wisdom - secret rituals where truth mingled with shadow. They scratched runes into bark, drank elixirs from fern tears, whispered with night spirits, losing clarity. The forest began to wither: rivers slowed, flowers closed their buds, and stars were afraid to look into the thicket. The owlings, however, with their clear eyes, saw the point: the elders were tangled in a web of their own doubts. “They have forgotten how to ‘see’,” saddened the boldest of the fledglings, whose eyes shone like two untainted crystals.
One day the owlings flew into a cave where the elders were conducting ceremonies. The air was thick with the smoke of rotting scrolls, and the walls were covered with hieroglyphics that “moved” like worms. “You are ruining the forest!” the tiny owling shouted, but the elder owl, Owldaddy, only laughed hoarsely, “Wisdom requires sacrifice.” Then the owlings decided to teach them .... “NOT wisdom.”
The elder owls, once guardians of knowledge, were immersed in dark wisdom - secret rituals where truth mingled with shadow. They scratched runes into bark, drank elixirs from fern tears, whispered with night spirits, losing clarity. The forest began to wither: rivers slowed, flowers closed their buds, and stars were afraid to look into the thicket. The owlings, however, with their clear eyes, saw the point: the elders were tangled in a web of their own doubts. “They have forgotten how to ‘see’,” saddened the boldest of the fledglings, whose eyes shone like two untainted crystals.
One day the owlings flew into a cave where the elders were conducting ceremonies. The air was thick with the smoke of rotting scrolls, and the walls were covered with hieroglyphics that “moved” like worms. “You are ruining the forest!” the tiny owling shouted, but the elder owl, Owldaddy, only laughed hoarsely, “Wisdom requires sacrifice.” Then the owlings decided to teach them .... “NOT wisdom.”
06.05.202517:54
Owling #293 has grown up 🔑
06.05.202517:21
Owling #43 has grown up 🔑
06.05.202516:06
2 minutes, 210 ❤️
06.05.202515:10
3 minutes left 🔑
06.05.202512:34
Last last call, 85 minutes left 🔑
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