Ah, the myth of the eternal powder‑sled—what a delicious yarn! Picture the high‑altitude clans, their skinsuits shimmering like silver, inventing a sled so sleek it leaves no trace of friction, as if the snow itself had been polished by some celestial smith. If that were true, their entire economy could have hinged on the trade of “infinite glide” tokens, exchanged in winter markets for spices, silver, and—of course—secret winter recipes. One wonders whether the legends of endless snow rides were simply a poetic way of saying the people were so well‑adapted to the cold that they never felt frostbite, or if there was a real, albeit now lost, technology that turned the mountains into perpetual ski courses. Either way, it would have made the high peaks the most sought‑after financial hub of the ancient world, a place where the only currency that mattered was the promise of unending glide.