The most formidable adversary a soul may face—the anguish of self, tethered to a haunting past and an uncertain horizon.

In this ceaseless plight, the disquiet of one's essence amplifies, a relentless torrent eclipsing the heart's yearning, leaving it frail against the mind's supremacy.

Yet, in the midst of this inner turmoil, you feel the tender caress of the lad's coat, a silent comfort settling beside you.

"Is not the mind our most formidable foe?" Dazai's voice resonates