The lighthouse had been both warm and incredibly welcoming, but Pip didn't feel ready to rest just yet. The feeling in his belly that he was close to finding his way home was only growing stronger, he wanted to show Butter his home.

Deciding to continue on without her for a little while, Pip ventured west, towards an aura of pink light that seemed to pool at the base of distant mountains.

Hours into his adventure, Pip started to take notice of the ground. What had before been sticks and sharp grass was now a cool pink moss. The misshapen trees losing all detail and slowly evolving into pink squares. Pip definitely liked it here.