The hearty story of Mr Love Heart.

Somewhere in Melbourne City there is a small cafe. This cafe sells mostly nibbles and reasonable coffees to the working classes that drift stoically in and out of this establishment. It is not evident when one walks in that this place may contain Magical Creatures. No not at all. On the contrary this establishment appears as many do before them. The suburban cafe, popping in to existence as the rise of cafe popularity solidly stakes it's claims on the expanding Melbourne economic climate. There is, however, magic to be experienced. And we share the tale below.

There was once a lonely girl. This girl was part of a clan of forgotten folk, but she was lonely, and they were forgotten, so the clan was no longer known to the people of the fertile lands in which they lay. The lonely girl thirsted to know the story of the land, to caress the strange trees of the hidden forests, to taste the sorrowful tears that weeped from rivers afar, to dive into the painted skies that loomed wistfully upon the realms of her kin.

And so the lonely girl did softly tread, knowing that her transient steps would eventually be totally ignored. Back and forth she quietly treaded, and less and less did the folk hear her tread. For they were, in their nature, forgetful as they were forgotten.

And so it came to pass that the lonely girl’s footsteps became shadows. In this way, she had also become forgotten. The girl donned an invisible shroud, she packed her heart shaped pockets full of the shiny stars that sustained her, and off she crept, determined to seek out the furthest of far-away realms.

As is the way with tales such as these, the lonely girl soon chanced upon a series of creatures, was embroiled in trickery, and still it came to pass that the lonely girl was able to continue on her journey, scathed, scarred but still filled with a burning and beautiful curiosity born of the grace that is bestowed upon her magical clans-creatures.

And onwards did the lonely girl bound, until she chanced upon an unattended fire. It glowed and flared as she crept slowly up the inclining forest path, carefully side-stepping several curious creatures, a Hermelblutter, a Stank and even a Walgie-bear among them. Not even her fear of these wild and unfamiliar creatures could keep her burning curiosity from the flame’s open mouth. The flame roared and cackled with ancient amusement at her innocent dance towards him. The lonely girl quivered with anticipation as she reached the fire's edge, and with an open heart did she reach her trepidous finger towards the open mouthed flame…