Virgo 3. A little girl hugs a giant quartz crystal larger than she.
Stones engage in much waiting, especially those that live in the ground. The waiting of stones knows no anticipation, but is filled with the enjoyment of eons spent circling a star, and sometimes observing the rise and fall of life above, or maybe occasionally the novas of suns, or collisions of galaxies.
After being dug from the mine and transported into the sunlight the crystal awoke, and even though the sleep had been for millions of years the waking was effortless, for clear stones fill with light instantly, their ground-blindness healed in the blink of an eye.
Then, only a short time later – several years – the little girl appeared and the destined hug occurred. It was the universe’s way of saying “thanks.”