He was once the supreme Emperor of the Bright Moon in Mount Sumeru. He once saw flowers blooming in all directions and practiced peacefully in the eighty-four thousand dharani gates and the three thousand worlds. I still remember that at the beginning of the golden auspicious appearance of the Buddha's light, smallpox appeared in the sky, and red and white mandalas and manjushuahuas were fluttering.
The fateful meeting between gods and flower spirits sprouted and spread from those unconcerned details, winding into a dazzling landscape of love in the thousands of years of sand in the Ganges.