The Celf. Desolation. Grandeur, potential, power. Lost. Forsaken by the very Gods that created it. A land bleak, uncaring, ungiving. The Celf is a Wasteland, a veritable Hell. Only cracked ground and dust. The decimation stretches as far as the eye can see. No lightness penetrates this land. No radiance. Only death. Only death and emptiness.

There are shades of death. Wisps of the past, the present, the future. Wisps who have no home or destination. Wisps who serve no purpose. They exist because they exist.

The Celf is a fragment. A lie. A diseased delusion that once, once knew the Truth. Once the Celf lived. Once the Celf had hope. Now the Celf has death.