The Tower. Somewhere ahead, it waited for him—the nexus of Time, the nexus of Size. — 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.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.