These high gray peaks stretch far into the sky and far across the land. They outline most of the continents. Only they provide little shelter from the horrid winds that constant blast the indigo world. These mountains have paths within them, and brave ineoalio have tried to fallow them to the other side. Few have made it there, even fewer back. Will your Ineoalio beat the odds? Or will their skeleton wash down upon the peaks when summer arrives?
