High above, the sky unfolded in a tapestry of wonders. In some regions, thunderous clouds roared fiercely, filling the heavens with their tumult, while elsewhere, silent clouds drifted gently, undisturbed. The wind, playful and capricious, scattered fragments of white clouds across the blue expanse, arranging them like clusters of flowers. In other places, the sky was utterly empty and spotless, serene and clear, embodying the gentle peace found in the heart of one who possesses true knowledge. Sometimes, flocks of parrots and frogs filled the air with their throaty clamor, while the field of the sky-dwellers shimmered with stars, sparkling in the vast emptiness. Elsewhere, birds with golden crests—peacocks and others—filled the air, providing vehicles and resting places for the goddesses among the Vidyādharas. Peacock circles danced within the clouds, while in other places, the ground below appeared dark, covered with fire-parrots as if it were a meadow. Sometimes, clouds served as majestic vehicles for the lord of the departed, the buffalo, and elsewhere, black clouds were consumed by horses mistaking them for grass. The sky was, in places, filled with cities of the gods; in others, with cities of demons. Some cities were inaccessible to each other, and some were riddled with narrow lanes. In certain regions, the terrifying dance of Bhairava shone forth, resembling a mountain of families, while elsewhere, the cities of the Gandharvas were crowded with groups of celestial women. In some places, the ocean was dried up by thousands of trees toppled from trembling mountains, while elsewhere, it was cooled by the water of sky-lotuses conjured by illusion. The lord of mountains danced with wings in some places, accompanied by Vinayaka, while elsewhere, mountains were hurled upward by the force of roaring winds. The wind itself was sometimes cool and delightful, moistened by showers of moonbeams, while in other places, waters, trees, and mountains were scorched by burning fire. At times, utter silence reigned, with not even the slightest breeze, while elsewhere, the sunrise appeared like flames as tall as mountains. Thick, rain-laden clouds rumbled deeply, intoxicating the monsoon in some regions, while elsewhere, the path was rendered impassable by the battles of gods and demons. Swans of the sky-lake were summoned by melodious calls in some places, while the wind plundered the lotuses on the banks of the celestial river Mandakini elsewhere. The presence of embodied beings and rivers like the sacred Ganges created hollows within, filled with fish, sharks, and crocodiles leaping about. Some places resembled the depths of the underworld, the shadow cast by the earth from the sun, or the dark hollows of a crow; in some regions, even the orbs of the moon and sun were swallowed up. Magical groves of flowers, stirred by heavenly winds, startled celestial women with showers of falling blossoms and snow. Passing through the hollows of fig trees swarming with mosquitoes and insects, and filled with the beings of the three worlds, an excellent lady, having traversed these realms and released the sky, prepared once more to descend to earth. As the two women descended from the sky toward a mountain village, their awareness fixed in knowledge and mind, they gazed upon the earth below. There, they beheld the lotus of the heart of a man, vast as the cosmic egg, with eight petals facing the directions, crowded with mountain-like filaments, and radiant with the fullness of its own bliss. Within this heart-lotus, river-like filaments, stalks, and drops of dew shimmered; bees wandered at night, and swarms of beings, like mosquitoes, filled the place. Groups of inner threads crowded the space, covered with holes made by the gods, carried along by streams of water, shining with the radiance of daylight. Moist with sap, swans wandered in the sky above this vessel for the contraction of night; lotus-fibers, the lord of serpents, lay sunk in the mire of the netherworld. Sometimes, its expanse caused the ocean to tremble, shaking the quarters; below, it was a thorn to the endless demons and titans dwelling among the serpents. The heart, the great seed, was enveloped by the tender creeper of demon-wounds, source of seeds, delighting in union, and pervading the mountain-lord Earth. There, the vast region known as Jambudvīpa was famed, with its central pericarp, rivers as filaments, and cities and villages as stamens. Adorned by seven beautiful seeds of lofty family-mountains, its sky was spanned by the great central seed—towering Meru at its heart. It was a cluster of lakes, icy droplets, forests, and herds of wild creatures; within its own circle of rays dwelled multitudes of people, like clouds. That land, measured by hundreds of yojanas, was surrounded on all sides by seas, swarms of bees, and the four quarters lying in repose. Resting on the eight petals of the directions, with the hum of lotuses and bees, it was divided ninefold by its nine brother-kings. Spread across a hundred thousand yojanas, crowded with dust particles, made steady by the arrangement of many regions, it was moistened by dew. Beyond the continent, twice its size, lay a ring traced by the salt ocean, encircling it outwardly like a curved forearm. Beyond that, twice its size again, was a ring shaped like a bracelet, filled with the waters of Śākadvīpa, spreading like the tendrils of the world. Beyond that, again twice the size, it was surrounded by a ring filled with fresh, cool milk-ocean. Beyond that, again twice the size, it was encircled by a ring adorned with many peoples, known as Kuśadvīpa. Beyond that, again twice the size, it was surrounded by a ring of the curd-ocean, always nourishing hosts of gods. Then, with a ring of Krauñcadvīpa of the same measure, it was encircled by the Khātakhada, like a new royal city. Beyond that, with a ring of the ghee-ocean of the same measure, and beyond that, with a ring of Śalmalidvīpa, filled with immortals. Then, with a line of the great ocean of the gods, white as flowers, and with the body of Śeṣa, it appeared as if it had assumed the form of Hari. Next, with a line of the Gomedaka island of such measure, and likewise with a line of sugarcane, pure as the slopes of the Himalayas, the wondrous vision unfolded before them.