A cinematic mid-shot of Lucifer standing near the Temple's edge, his arms open in a gesture of false invitation. His expression is serene, almost peaceful, yet his golden eyes burn with an unspoken challenge. His form is regal, his dark celestial cloak shifting subtly in the wind, as if woven from shadows themselves. The contrast between his composed demeanor and the flicker of intensity in his gaze reveals the deception beneath his words. He leans forward slightly, his stance unthreatening yet filled with expectation. The wind tugs at his robes, carrying his voice through the night like a whisper laced with power. "If You are the Son of God, throw Yourself down," he murmurs, his tone smooth, knowing. He is not just offering a test—he is laying a snare, a challenge disguised as trust. Jesus stands unmoving, the pale moonlight casting a stark glow upon Him, highlighting the sharp contrast between them—truth and