Long before humans understood the true consequences of their actions, Earth was drowning in its own waste. In a short-sighted attempt to “fix” the problem without changing their habits, the world’s leaders launched massive barges of compressed plastic, decaying electronics, and toxic scrap metal into deep space. It was humanity’s ultimate act of denial — burying the problem in the stars.

For centuries, the debris floated through the void, freezing solid in the endless dark. Meteor impacts shattered the masses into microscopic shavings, which eventually drifted into the gravity pull of a strange, uninhabited planet orbiting a dying star. This world, with oceans of chemical sludge and skies thick with violent, violet lightning storms, was known in alien tongue as Virelia.

There, under crushing atmospheric pressure and corrosive rain, the plastic waste began to melt into a shimmering black-and-blue gel. When one of Virelia’s electrical superstorms struck this gel, something impossible happened: the waste came alive. From the pollution rose the Virelians — shape-shifting, semi-organic beings with minds forged from humanity’s own discarded excess.

The Virelians were intelligent, patient, and bitter. They saw humans as negligent creators — gods who had abandoned their offspring without care. They decided to return to Earth, not to destroy it outright, but to reshape it into a reflection of Virelia: a world of obedience, consumption, and plastic permanence.

Their plan was elegant and insidious. Using microscopic strands of their living bio-plastic, the Virelians embedded themselves into human technology — phones, computers, speakers, even smart appliances. These devices became carriers for subtle, hypnotic frequencies that dulled critical thought and amplified distraction. Over time, entire populations slipped into quiet compliance, never realizing they were under alien control.

But there was one flaw in the Virelian network — music. Real, raw, imperfect sound disrupted the frequency, creating moments of clarity that could wake people from the trance.

That’s where Birthright comes in. On stage, they swap instruments, blend styles, and unleash soundscapes that fracture the Virelian signal. Every performance is a battle, every song a strike against the plastic-born overlords. Their mission: travel from city to city, waking up as many minds as possible before Virelia’s vision for Earth becomes irreversible.