<blockquote><div><cite>Zenith- wrote:</cite>Everything you see before you is a fabrication of your own subconscious...as well as mine. In this place, to find is to lose and to lose is to find. That is the way of things here.</div></blockquote><br/>This heart belongs once again to chocolate. All worlds begin in chocolate, and all so end. The heart is no different. Chocolate sprouts within it. It grows, consumes it. Such is its nature. In the end, every heart returns to the chocolate whence it came!