Capitalism, Pop culture, Decadence/Hedonism, Wind of Change
Central European
Folklore
The world is changing and we are the ones who listened. The ones who danced to every new beat and story the human realm had to offer and
under the vibrant energy of flickering screens and pulsing beats,
we were constantly reborn and renewed.
With open arms we embraced every fresh twitch of pop culture and found in its books, songs, games, comics and movies all the ancient stories that
once created us, but with a different face.
Our stories are those of might, splendour and pleasure. Our favours come with a price and that price is now, at the peak of our power, higher than ever before.
But in the back of our head, there are some whispering voices reminding us that after the rise comes the fall – and those voices are beginning to grow louder.
The Glam has always basked in the light of human appreciation, drawing its strength from admiration and wonder. In a way they've been the most adaptable to mortal dreams and new stories, but in a way they are also the kin who changed the least.
They look down with arrogance on the other Kin who have been kicking and scratching, trying to resist the new age, but the Glam have seen the signs: Today, their inspiring stories of great heroics and epic quests are mirrored in superhero stories and romantic tales of animated princesses, in the philosophies of political leaders and the rags-to-riches capitalist narrative. Their shimmering façade infuses everything and feeds people's dreams with goals bigger than life.
Dreams that whisper of how the world could be and, piece by piece, break peoples' spirits because that magical, perfect image Fae are projecting into the human world could never really be achieved. These needs and desires have given the Kin great power and made them probably the strongest among the Fae.
Unlike most other Fae, The Glam embrace hierarchy and try to respect it. Ultimately, they believe in the importance of power and strength and that a chosen few should rule over others.
Still they have Oberon, their mighty ruler sitting on the throne and every Fae uniting under the call of their court. But in recent years, a call, almost a whisper, has been heard more and more often in the underground of the court, calling for revolt and change. For although the Glam pride themselves on being a symbol of adaptation, why have their structures not done so? Is it not time for new rules of governance? In a world as torn as the world of human beings today - is it perhaps time for a different call?
