One thing I love about the Mistholme Museum podcast (outside of the obvious part where it's amazingly written and has me in a death grip) is that when we're first taken on a tour the museum itself feels like a mystery, austere and magical. The exhibits are all neat and researched as much as possible and contained with the necessary precautions and the guide is ready to tell you every story there is to tell about it. Now I'm reaching the middle of season 6 and I know the staff, I know how the place is held together with glue and a timetravel loop, I know how the research department is powered by one lady's intense desire to Know Things no matter what and the museum's heart (non physical), soul (although that's an entire can of worms of its own), and reason for still being around is a non-gendered little fellow with self-worth issues and anxiety. And the museum is still just as magical and amazing, actually it's impossible not to fall even more in love with it when learning how much care and work and trial and error and pure passion is put into every aspect of it. We the listener just aren't a visitor anymore. We, too, are part of the museum.