Go then, there are other worlds than these. — Stephen King

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

Shaken and alone, enwrapt in the darkness, terrified of an ultimate meaning rushing at him, he gathered himself and uttered the final answer on that subject: “NEVER!”“THEN LET THERE BE LIGHT!” And there was light, crashing in on him like a hammer, a great and primordial light.

It was a blade of grass. But it was purple.