Slonombifer

The inhabitants of Slonombifer go about their lives in a perpetual state of sleepfulness, never laughing, never dancing, never mourning.

When you visit Slonombifer, do not tell your story, for the discharge of your burden will dispose you to its lap of repose.

Some who read this will say: "Ah! My hometown. I have vague memories of grey skies and gauzy twilights."
Some will say: "I detest the place, for the water tastes like death."