On the journey that Bersin, child of the moon, had begun deep within the earth, she came upon a garden where a delicate fragrance lingered in the air. There bloomed the lily-of-the-valley-a small flower with white bells, like stars that had descended not upon the sky, but upon the earth.
The blue bird said:
"This flower has risen from the heart of darkness to be a reminder of hope. Each of its bells plays the hidden song of love-love that needs no cry, no display, but shines only in silence."
Bersin smiled, and she knew that true love is like the lily-of-the-valley:
small and simple, yet everlasting.