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Ayodhya, with its towering gates that seemed to pierce the sky and its banners fluttering in the wind, resembled a celestial city. Its gem-studded ground, reflecting the stars at night, was like a lotus-filled lake. The banners, swaying in the breeze, seemed to beckon the gods from heaven out of curiosity. The city's gem-encrusted palaces, adorned with beautiful men and women, eclipsed the splendor of Indra's chariots. The white marble of the palaces, adorned with moonstone, shimmered with the touch of moonlight, resembling clouds. The city's grand towers, adorned with gems, radiated a rainbow of colors, as if the city itself was wearing a celestial bow. The sky above Ayodhya, at times, appeared tinged with the red glow of ruby gems, resembling the clouds of twilight. The city's palaces, adorned with Indra-nila gems, were so bright that the celestial constellations were obscured. The city's towers, like mountain peaks, were the abode of autumn clouds, for what is truly great needs no support. The city's golden ramparts, adorned with gems, seemed to mock the splendor of Mount Meru. The city's moat, teeming with aquatic creatures, was constantly agitated by waves and currents, resembling a vast ocean. Ayodhya, the birthplace of Lord Rishabhadeva, was as pure as the sun, giving birth to countless great souls.