The leaves on the trees she knew had to be green, yet all she could see was the dull gray as she walked the road from Ember to Ebonhart. As she walked, many people traversed the road as well as her, yet there was a difference. Most people walked through her. She tried calling out to them, yet nothing seemed to work. She tried to scream, slap and run into people, but all she did was bulldoze through as if she were nothing but smoke.
If this were the realm of darkness, she was learning one thing in particular. It was as if she were a ghost to everyone else. As she walked, she kept her head straight forward. If anyone so much as looked at her, she would scream until her voice was hoarse, yet no one heard even a whisper.