Oh dear, it appears that I have become rather bloated due to overconsumption.

I do hope that this unbecoming predicament is of no inconvenience to you. You see, as the part of the body which takes in as much physical substance as possible, I have become rather large due to the task which I was created to fulfill. Furthermore, I should warn you now (though you've already noticed it at a glance, I'm sure) that this page is full to the brim with drivel and unnecesarry information. I truly wish that these words could be strung together in a way to direct you to the heart, however doing so would mean that the stomach would be connectd to the heart. As I'm sure you may know, putting the heart into contact with stomach acids is a horrible idea, which is why connecting the two is, in layman's terms, a recipe for disaster. I suppose one might see that as a pun, as recipes relate to food, and food relates to the stomach, but this was, of course, unintentional. In hindsight, I find it quite humourous, but I suppose you might not be on board with wordplay. Ah, it seems that I have gone on a tangent, as I tend to do. You should be glad that I try to put these words into a coherent manner; typically I would let the letters and punctuation sit an a disorganized pile and disintegrate, but I suppose you ought to be entertained with some sort of reading material (as tangential and unhelpful as it may be). Regrettably, I cannot reveal any sort of direction towards the heart. The liver, I assume/hope, should have given you all the information that you need. If not, then you may want to relate his information with the first puzzle you encountered in this "game." With this, you likely have far more than enough information, and quite frankly, I believe that you must only be here for the sake of uncovering some sort of "secret" which lies beyond the previously-given information, but this simply is not the case. Most of the rest of this text is simply leftovers of what words I have eaten previously, and so it is of no importantce. Have you been to the lungs yet? You are wasting your time here if you are not there. Have you been to the diaphragm yet? You are wasting your time here if you are not there. Have you been to the liver yet? You are wasting your time here if you are not there. Have you been to the... Oh, that's all there is. After severing the heart, you shall be on your way to the brain, but you already know that. There is so much information out there that you already know, you know? I find it quite fascinating that we regurgitate the same facts over and over and claim it to be knowledge whenever we copy and paste the same words, same ideas, etc. Ah, but it only means more food for me, so I suppose I ought to be in some sort of support for this overwhelming amount of reduncancy. Here's something you do not know: Charlotte once ate another human being. Yes, of course, why would she be condemned to live as a spirit if she has no unresolved sin for which she must attone? But you do not know about that because you are skimming over this text at most, and outright ignoring it all at the least. You did not read of Charlotte's cannibalistic act (of which there was one), so you do not know about it. This is, after all, a bloated collection of letters, strung together to make some sort of sense. Any sort of meaningful statements would be buried underneath the bloat, supposing there was anything meaningful after all. Did you know that the average webpage has only a few hundred words? Hum, well, that must not be anything too interesting for your taste, but it is a fact, I suppose. Or perhaps it's another jumble of letters and punctuation that has been strung together for the sake of intrigue. Welcome to the stomach, where there are nonsense words and punctuation by the dozens of dozens. I hope you did not waste your time reading any of this; if you had, then you'd have, well... Wasted your time reading this. Oh, it is something of a pity, is it not?