Here, the skies are always gray, and the sun never shines. The soil is barren, the air is dry, and the hopes of the inhabitants are dashed.
Our town is a graveyard for aspirations, a mausoleum for the lost dreams that never were. Come, visit, and weep for what could have been.
Read the Despairing Diaries of our town's residents Peruse the Unfulfilled Expectations of the town's founders See the Abandoned Aspirations of our once-thriving industries