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The Eighteenth Chapter
415. The deer, resting in the shade of the mountain's golden slopes, seemed to be made of gold themselves, bathed in the radiance of the sun.
182. In some places, the mountain was adorned with a vine of Indra's bow, crafted from the brilliance of various gems, resembling a celestial vine, blown by the wind.
183. In other places, celestial nymphs roamed, their anklets jingling in harmony with the calls of swans, making the shores of the lakes even more enchanting.
184. In some spots, elephants, skilled in their playful antics, uprooted trees with their tusks, causing the forest to sway and dance.
185. On the banks, the calls of sleeping cranes mingled with the sweet sounds of ducks, making the water of the lake resonate with their melodies.
186. In some places, the mountain seemed to breathe, as if in play, with the hissing of angry serpents, while in others, it appeared to laugh, with the fluttering of pure white peacocks.
187. The mountain, with its breath carried by the wind from the caves, seemed to exhale a long, deep breath, while in other places, it appeared to sway, as if dancing, with the trees swaying in the breeze.
188. In secluded spots, celestial women, lost in contemplation, pondered the union with their beloveds, making the mountain seem silent and still.
189. In some places, the mountain seemed to have begun a celestial symphony, with the buzzing of playful bees, their sweet sounds echoing far and wide.
190. On the mountain, young celestial nymphs, adorned with the fragrance of Kadamba blossoms, strolled with their beloveds, their breath as sweet as the scent of the flowers, their faces radiant like lotuses touched by the midday sun.