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In the Padma Purana, Sita danced gracefully with her breasts swaying, her feet silent and her movements in accordance with the principles of music. Her dance was inspired by devotion, like the dance of Shri Devi on Mount Sumeru during the birth ceremony of the Jina.
Then, as if struck by a calamity, the sun set, and the twilight, with its fleeting brilliance, followed. A dense darkness, swallowing the light of the constellations and resembling a dark cloud, rose and enveloped all directions.
At that moment, a strange sound, as if piercing the sky, echoed through the directions, causing great commotion.
The sky was filled with long, dark clouds, their fronts ablaze with lightning, and the world seemed to be fleeing in terror.
Groups of ghosts, their forms terrifying and their mouths twisted with fangs, roared with laughter.
The Rakshasas uttered meaningless sounds, the ominous jackals howled, spewing fire, and hundreds of bodies danced in a terrifying manner.
The clouds rained down heads, chests, arms, and thighs, all covered in thick, foul-smelling drops of blood.
A Dakini appeared, wielding a sword, her body cruel, her breasts swaying, her lips long, her bones visible, her eyes like chunks of flesh, her head adorned with a garland of skulls, her tongue raised to touch her forehead, and raining down flesh and blood.
The Rakshasas, with faces like lions and tigers, eyes like glowing iron wheels, tridents in their hands, biting their lips, their foreheads furrowed, their voices harsh, danced in a throng, shaking the mountains and the earth.