Here lies the land of empty promises, where the sun never shines bright and the air is sweet with the scent of broken dreams. Welcome, traveler, to a place where the skies are grey and the only thing that never fails is the Wi-Fi.
Our promises are as fleeting as the wind, as changeable as the tides, and as reliable as a politician's word. Come, see for yourself, and don't get too attached.
We've got promises of: