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## Twenty-Second Chapter
The cremation ground was vast, filled with snakes and other ferocious creatures. It was difficult to traverse, with its many small hills, and terrifying even to the most fearsome beings. The air was thick with the sounds of crows, vultures, bears, and jackals. Half-burnt corpses lay scattered about, making the place even more dreadful. The ground was white in places, covered with piles of skulls. The wind carried a strong, putrid smell of decaying fat. The place was filled with laughter, and throngs of terrifying demons and Vetalas. The trees were entangled with clumps of grass and vines.
In this vast cremation ground, two ascetics, father and son, with pure minds and the wealth of tapas, wandered together, arriving there by chance on the full moon of Ashadha.
Free from all desires, the two ascetics took up a four-month fast, settling down at the foot of a tree where the leaves had fallen and the water was clear. They spent their time in various postures, sometimes in Paryankaasana, sometimes in Kayotsarga, and sometimes in Viraasana and other postures. In this way, they passed the rainy season.
Then came the autumn season, when all human endeavors were in full swing. It was like the dawn, illuminating the entire world with its brilliance. In the sky, white clouds appeared, resembling clusters of blooming Kash flowers, swaying gently.
Just as the glorious beings, the Jinas, shine brightly after the passing of the Dushama-kala of the ascending time, so too did the sun shine brightly in the sky, free from the presence of clouds.
The moon shone brightly amidst the stars, like a young swan amidst a cluster of lotuses.
The entire world was bathed in the white light of the moon, like a sea of milk flowing from the mouth of a river.
The rivers were filled with joy, their sandy banks marked by waves. The sounds of cranes, sarasa birds, and chakwas filled the air, as if they were engaged in conversation.
The lotus ponds were adorned with clusters of lotuses, buzzing with bees, as if they were adorned with false jewels.