Jesus of Nazareth, bearded with a gentle face and piercing brown eyes, stands in the dimly lit interior of a rustic stone-house, his hand grasping the old wooden door handle as he cracks open the creaky front door, revealing a bright, sun-drenched exterior where a dark cloud of locusts swirls chaotically, their iridescent wings glinting in the light. Beside him, an elderly woman with wrinkled, weathered skin and grey hair tied back in a bun, dressed in a simple, earth-toned tunic, gazes out at the scene with a look of concern etched on her face, her eyes sunken with age and worry.