The Clarv. In a place that some might describe as heaven, and others might percieve it as hell. Its twisting and oddly shaped hills, its bubbling cnady like lakes, its demons and angels constantly at war with one another, its extreme heat or extreme cold, its grave yards that reek of the undead, its complacent grassy plains and its crystal, gold and silver lakes, its very majestic and beauty, and the very dangers that barley hold it all together are the very things the Clarv need to fix to stabilize the metal sphere constantly as it starts off and heads towards the destination of its thousand year journey.