Virgo 8. People dragging a beached whale back into the ocean.
Some of the creatures had hold of his tail while others pushed his face. Behind him he could hear the sea calling him, but that was nothing new, it was always calling him, even when he was in it. Before him loomed mountains – he was familiar with those – they grew in the sea as well. But how could the ones up there breathe, hanging like that in the air?
Before long he felt the creatures at his tail leave and come to his head where they helped the others push. Slipping into the surf he took a breath and the sea entered him, happy to be home.