Gwen Plain and Dia were united, and these two suffering hearts adored each other.
One nest, and two birds.
That was their story.
They had begun to feel a universal love.
To please, to seek, and to find each other.
Thus hatred had made a mistake.
The persecutors of Gwen Plain, whoever they might have been.
The deadly enigma, from whatever it came, had missed their aim.
They had intended to drive him to desperation.
They had succeeded in driving him into enchantment.
