drinkable light

“Another thing was the light. There was too much of it. The sun when it came up each morning looked twice, if not three times, its usual size.”

“And every morning  (which gave Lucy the strangest feeling of all) the huge white birds, singing their song with human voices in a language no one knew, streamed overhead and vanished astern.”

“She could even see the shafts of sunlight falling through the deep water onto the wooded valley—and, in the extreme distance, everything melting into a dim greenness. But some places—the sunny ones, she thought—were ultramarine blue.” 

 

 

“’I tell you the water’s sweet,’ said the Mouse. “Sweet, fresh. It isn’t salt.” 

“’Sire,’ said Drinian, ‘I see whiteness. All along the horizon from north to south, as far as my eyes can reach…’Lilies, your Majesty!”

“And of course, as it always does in a perfectly flat place without trees, it looked as if the sky came down to meet the grass in front of them. But as they went on they got the strangest impression that here at last the sky did really come down and join the earth…more like glass than anything else.”

 

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{Aslan's country, described in Voyage of the Dawn Treader}