Lancelotto and I were together for three years. I never expected to be loved, ever, by any being, that would not eventually devastate me. But not Lancelotto. Lancelotto loved me. Through the centuries I have tried to replace him with a hawk, with a panda, with a blue whale, but none other like him. I should have known. The sky now is the length of my loneliness. The centuries bring me to this halt: Lancelotto.