A Land of Whimsy
Where logic and reason are but a distant memory, and the only constant is the sound of a thousand trombones playing in your head.
Here, the skies are perpetually painted in hues of cotton candy, and the grass is always greener. Well, more like neon green. And the flowers are made of candy.
Visit our neighboring town, Land of Surrealism, for an even more... interesting experience.
And, if you're feeling particularly adventurous, take a trip to Paradise of Paradox, where the rules are simple: there are none.