i want to go here (corr)

“As if from Heaven itself, great curtains of delicate light hung and trembled. Pale green and rose-pink, and as transparent as the most fragile fabric, and at the bottom edge a profound and fiery crimson like the fires of Hell, they swung and shimmered loosely with more grace than the most skilful dancer. Lyra thought she could even hear them : a vast distant whispering swish. She was moved by it: it was so beautiful it was almost holy: she felt tears prick her eyes, and the tears splintered the light even further into prismatic rainbows. “

Lyra, from 'Northern Lights' by Philip Pullman

In real life too