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In the Adipurana, it is said that Indra, with a thousand arms, danced, causing the earth to tremble as if it were splitting, and the mountains to sway like heaps of grass. The vast ocean, as if in joy, surged and roared.
His arms, shining with magnificence, were like the branches of a Kalpavriksha, adorned with flowing garments and ornaments. The sky, enveloped by the rays of the jewels in his moving crown, seemed to be filled with thousands of lightning bolts.
The stars, scattered by the movements of his arms, revolved around him, like pearls from a broken necklace. The clouds, struck by the joy of his dance, released showers of water, like tears of sorrow.
As he spun, the rows of jewels on his crown, driven by the force of his movement, revolved like a wheel of fire. The earth, shaken by his dance, trembled, and the oceans, stirred by the earth's tremors, washed the walls of the directions with their surging waves.
In a moment, he was one, in a moment, he was many, in a moment, he was everywhere, in a moment, he was small, in a moment, he was near, in a moment, he was far, in a moment, he was in the sky, and in a moment, he was on the earth. Thus, displaying his power born of his actions, Indra danced, as if performing a magical illusion.
The Apsaras, laughing softly, swayed on the branches of Indra's arms, their bodies moving gracefully, and their garlands of flowers swaying with them.