If you hadn't mentioned it, I would never have imagined that they were parts of a heart. I saw patterns, fractal shapes. In short, in infinite reality, we were really others. Some have abandoned the heart. Some, like the tin man in The Wizard of Oz, search for one at all costs, in all directions, sewn, made of metal, something that will lift them out of their condition as a simple pile of iron rusting away in plain sight.
If you ask me that Tin Man just like Pinocchio, only search because it gives them the idea it will make them a real human/boy, which reminds me of A.I.. that robot boy. I found it heartbreaking.
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