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The victorious queen, adorned with the brilliance of her success, was sleeping like a swan resting on newly bloomed lotuses. In her dream, she saw a mountain king, whose shores were stained red with the footprints of celestial maidens. The mountain was adorned with blooming lotuses, buzzing with bees, and its unique pollen-dusted lake was yellow. The mountain's swift waves danced in all directions, washing the mountain peaks with the rush of water, cascading down from the mountain's crevices. The mountain's peak echoed with the roars of lions and wolves, while the water was filled with the fierce sounds of angry fish leaping. The mountain's brilliance, emanating from its moonstone jewels, outshone the sun. The queen saw the ocean, its ivory teeth, and its golden hue, all subdued by the mountain's splendor. She also saw the moon, the ornament of the night, rising from the east.