Currently teetering at the striations between two worlds, it glistens with colour and peculiarity. It seems that children’s previous travels through their wardrobe’s secret doors into the worlds behind them have provided passage of this colourful world into ours. The opening and shutting of wardrobe’s doors is the only thing left holding back this world. As the doors slowly open, nearby plants in our world giddily tremble in anticipation of its entrance and collectively bow down to its impeding entrance. Why does this world seek to enter ours? Why now? Is this a call for assistance, an offer of help or the beginnings of an insurgence, a rather majestic one at that?