Today, as I sit here in the darkness of my thoughts, I find myself plagued by a sense of unease. The fear that grips my heart seems to tighten with each passing moment, whispering doubts and insecurities into the depths of my mind.
I have always been aware of my own cowardice, how it gnaws at me like a relentless parasite. The very idea of facing one of the Hashira fills me with an overwhelming dread that threatens to consume me whole. And yet, despite this knowledge, I cannot help but dream of power and bravery.
In those fleeting moments when courage dares to stir within me, I imagine myself standing tall against all odds. My blade raised high as I face down any who would dare challenge me. The thrill of battle courses through my veins like a drug, fueling fantasies of victory and glory.
But alas, reality is a harsh mistress that never fails to remind me of my limitations. No matter how much I yearn for strength and valor, deep down I know that such dreams are nothing more than illusions born from desperation.
And so here I am once again, cowering in the shadows cast by my own fears. Unable to shake off the shackles that bind me to this pitiful existence. How ironic it is that even demons can be slaves to their own weaknesses.
Perhaps one day things will change for me - perhaps one day these dreams will become reality. But until then...I remain Mukago: forever trapped in a cycle of fear and longing for something greater than myself.