Something I absolutely have to protect.

"I’m looking for something.”
"What is it?”
“I have no idea,” I admitted. “I imagine it’s like a door.”“A door?” the little girl repeated. “What kind of door? There are all shapes and colors of doors.”
[...]
“Hmm,” the little girl said. “Have you been looking for a long time?”
“For a long time. Since before you were born.”
“Is that right?” the little girl said, staring at her palm for a while. “How ’bout I help you find it?”

— Haruki Murakami



"What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?"
— Haruki Murakami