Naaghai Lowlands Not exactly Tahiti

He hated it. The dry winter desert. The chilly air. The sandstorms.

But this wasn't it, was it? What about the lush green forests, the vast plains, the serene coasts, and towering mountains.

Nature, undisturbed by others for miles. The loneliness Calahan felt he needed.

It couldn't be a lie. This wasteland wasn't all there was. All he had left for.