Seeing the Wraith mentions reminds me of the place Changeling: the Lost holds for me. In college, a friend of mine got together people for World of Darkness. We only met for one session, and I remember almost nothing about it. But he was basically letting us use whatever, so we had two Conspiracy-tier Hunters and I decided to dive into Changeling.
It just sparked with me. The idea of having a broken soul torn half away by the thorns of the Hedge, the way that my character (Winter Court Fairest) transfixed people with stunning beauty and drank in loneliness and melancholy… it was striking.
It got more complicated as years went on and the mental health and abuse subtext of Changeling became more obvious to me, and it remains messy and powerful to me for various reasons. The image of a human indelibly marked by this otherworldly nature haunts me still, not to mention the powerful imagery of magic and natural forces.