The Purple Rain heart.

Just before the great jump, the heart was in a state of trance. There was a scream coming from the purple rain..

Dancing away with the scream, off it went in the wetness. Drop after drop, the little heart felt the freedom expanding in its chest. A chest so wide, full of forrest air, oxygen and herbal scents from the autumn grounds.

The chest was freedom.
Freedom in the purple rain.