On a silent night, King Khosrow Anushirvan— ratiocinative, vigilant, and blessed with a flourishing realm—lay resting upon his couch. As sleep claimed his senses, a strange dream unfolded before his inner sight. He beheld a regal tree of breathtaking splendor suddenly springing forth from the ground directly before his imperial throne. The beauty of its branches gladdened the Shahanshah's heart, filling him with a desire to summon lutes, minstrels, and goblets of clear wine to celebrate. Yet, as the courtly feast seemed to awaken in his dream, a sinister beast appeared: a fierce, sharp-tusked wild boar climbed up the branches and settled itself upon the royal tree in complete calm and luxury. With unthinkable brazenness, the boar reached for the goblet and demanded to drink wine from Nushirvan's own holy cup. The king observed this baffling omen until dawn broke, when the sun crested the constellation of Taurus and the warbling cries of skylarks echoed from every horizon, awakening the monarch to ponder the hidden meaning of his vision.