You cross the patch of sandy desert next to the badlands, and spot some new color on the horizon.
....
It's pink.
Well, you have to check this out.
You're greeted by wildflowers, prickly pears, and trees that look like citrus of some kind. The pink sand feels soft underfoot, the air is hot but not unbearable, and you happily spend about half a day sitting under a tree.
You eventually rouse yourself from your reverie under the tree. You fell one of the citrus trees, taking a number of saplings, and finding the wood of the tree to be as pretty a pink as its environment - if a bit different in hue.
You keep walking. The pink sands stretch on for hours' worth of journeying. You follow a river for a while, until you come to the end of it. It loops around on itself, forming an island.
You can practically see a house sitting on it, a dock stretching out into the water, and you nearby, once more under the shade of those citrus trees. Looking down on the island, you are struck with a realization.
You think you want to live here.
