Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 18:03:59 GMT -6
At the top of a certain mountain lies a large basin of land. Holes in the earth spew forth constant gusts of wind, rendering any being who ventures through here light as a feather. In the center of the basin lies a colossal spire of rock. It is here that matoran make their homes, in a hive-like network of tunnels in the spire. Skydiving is a common pasttime in the windy environment, and occasionally le-matoran can be seen hurtling out of the ground-tunnels with sacks of fruit on their backs.
