I love the idea that one day, a changeling comes to Elsewhere U, and they finally feel right. They felt that way in the old places that their mother forbid them go, deep in the woods. The places dark and treacherous that melded and made something beautiful where others only saw ugliness. Of the places that the trees sang to them, the places where they went when the slept, of course. Of images of things too long faces and far too knowing eyes. A home. A place Elsewhere.