Scandinavian
Folklore
Weltschmerz, Goth, Industrialization, Renewal
We were the breath of nature, of life itself. We were the sturdiness of the mountain, the endless streams of water running to the sea, the song of birds, the trample of beasts.
We were balance, the cycle of life and death.
And we thought we were eternal.
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But then, mortals discovered steel and steam,
concrete and asphalt, smoke and poison.
In their endless greed and will to grow,
they spread outand pushed us back.
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And now that we stand at the edge of the abyss and stare into the darkness that the future seems to be, we wonder if there
might not be something new to come.
Yet for now, we revel in the pain of existence, we're trying to survive in this world that is not for us anymore. And we dream of the days long gone, when air and water were clear and the woods were quiet.
The Wave are what remains of the Unseen kin. Long gone are the days of untouched nature and the time when humans worshipped the spirits and creatures of the wilderness. Now they have new admirations: Metal, Concrete, Gears, Smoke and most of all: Money.
Many of this kin were not prepared for the velocity and fierceness with which this change appeared. They just stood and watched it all burn, their realms diminished, their
forests cut, black snakes of asphalt winding through the lands that had been their home
for so long.
Adaptation was necessary and some even managed to find new realms to thrive in, new stories to survive through and continue their existence, even if with a melancholic gut feeling and one teary eye when thinking back to what has been.
Others are weak and consumed by hatred for humanity and a deep feeling of pain, of all encompassing weltschmerz. Some faces even grew anew out of the world that changed so fast, new stories – or old stories that are being retold?
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Whatever it may be, the Wave grew closer together since the days of yore, being led by the oldest amongst them: Kraken, a creature of sea and salt and anger who has been struggling to give their Kin purpose again.
Meanwhile, the Wave began to dance in factory halls to monotonous sounds, surrounded by smoke and the few spotlights enlightening their bleak world.
They know each other's existential dread. They know each other's sorrow. And they know that without each other, there might be nothing to strife for.
And together they cry in the endless nights, dreaming of new ways to go, remembering the past and yearning for a future that might not come at all.