Elim absolutely used to daydream about running away to the rainforest as a kid. He didn’t get much actual free time outside, so his knowledge might have been sketchy? But he just filled in the gaps with his imagination. Practiced weaving facts with fiction into an attractive tapestry. Maybe he tried to describe it to Mila, but maybe he never wanted to tell anyone. He kept himself occupied with this world until he got old enough and his hands got bloody enough that it didn’t work anymore. He resolved to at least never lie to himself.