The Wall i put my fears inside

"the halfbeast... has done so." came the reply. rimmed with hollow laugh ascending as mist. 

"thou art... a strong spirit. but flesh tires. if thou an't a guide... disperse. this halfbeast has... much left to study."

the path leveled itself to where the apparition stood, deceivingly solid. the walk was to come nearer, or past it, to watch it turn vaporous, or conserve the mind's frail sanity.