bathed in a faint, purple light

'What he saw, not only of reality but even in his imagination, was often blurred by fever, but within that vague dimness his cancer appeared to him as a flourishing bed of yellow hyacinths or possibly chrysanthemums bathed in a faint, purple light.'

'Kenzaburo O', The Day He Himself Shall Wipe My Tears Away, translated by John Nathan, 1977.