P (Physical): A cinematic shot of Lucifer standing on a celestial cliff, his radiant wings extended, shimmering like molten gold under the ethereal glow of Heaven. His posture is regal yet contemplative, the divine fire within him still undisturbed—yet something flickers at the edges. His long, flowing robes ripple with the celestial winds, woven with strands of starlight and divine inscriptions that subtly shift as if alive. His golden eyes reflect the endless stars above, twin mirrors to the infinite cosmos stretching before him. A (Action): The camera moves with a slow, deliberate zoom, inching closer to Lucifer’s piercing gaze. Within his eyes, a faint ember of light flickers—small, almost imperceptible, but undeniable—the first silent thought forming. The celestial winds weave through his robes, sending waves of motion through the flowing fabric, as if Heaven itself stirs in response. His wings tremble just slightly, their shimmering radiance shifting in hues, as though mirroring the uncertainty within. S (Setting): The edge of eternity, a vantage point that offers a breathtaking overlook of the vast expanse of creation. Rivers of pure celestial light flow beneath him, winding through towering golden spires that rise into the heavens, each structure pulsating softly with divine energy. The sky above is an infinite canvas of shifting nebulae and constellations, glowing with eternal brilliance, yet, for the first time, something seems… different. The atmosphere, usually calm and unwavering, feels subtly charged, as if the cosmos itself is listening. T (Tone): The moment is introspective, suspenseful, and foreboding—the beginning of something irreversible. The soundscape is almost silent, save for the whispering hum of celestial energy flowing through the heavens. There is no disruption, no chaos—just the stillness before the storm, the quiet before the first fracture. The universe does not yet know what is coming, but in this single, fleeting moment—Heaven holds its breath.