" The great, yellow, winter sun sank rapidly, barely brushing the twin peaks of Grand Mountain. In the blinding light, everything merged into a quivering mass of blazing gold and copper. Violet shadows stretched into infinity; a forest lying adjacent to the sun ran with a black purple that turned by degrees into a brilliant, pale green. The earth was no longer a mundane place. "

― Stanisław Ignacy Witkiewicz , Insatiability