It was octarine, the color of magic. It was alive and glowing and vibrant and it was the undisputed pigment of the imagination, because wherever it appeared it was a sign that mere matter was a servant of the powers of the magical mind.
It was enchantment itself.
But Rincewind always thought it looked a sort of greenish-purple.
—Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic
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