Honovi knows she's going crazy. It's only a matter of time, since she's stuck in a monochromatic land of creepy.
She's a shade, stuck in a plane of reality separate from the primary one, completely incapable of manifesting a body in the primary plane. With someone killing off the felven royal heirs, Honovi's been asked to play godparent. She'd love it, a distraction from the grayscale monotony that's her life.
But can she get there without her own plane of existence stopping her?
(A short story of about 2300 words.)