The idea that creation can be a dangerous act, blurring the lines between what is imagined and what is real.
He recoiled, stumbling back. He looked at the floor. The hardwood planks were warping, twisting as roots heaved them from beneath. In the center of the room, a small sapling had burst through the floorboards, its leaves pale and translucent in the lamplight. Don-t Let the Forest In
He walked over and touched it. It was damp. He rubbed his thumb against the wall, and the paint flaked away, revealing not plaster, but bark. The idea that creation can be a dangerous