The body of Jesus is gently borne by devoted hands, wrapped in linen and surrounded by grief-stricken followers. Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus, who once came to Him by night, now serve in solemn daylight, fulfilling ancient prophecy with acts of compassion. Women weep behind the stone, their faces marked by sorrow and sacred memory. The muted tones of the rocky tomb echo the weight of silence, yet within the stillness blooms the seed of resurrection. This scene captures the sacred tenderness of those final acts of love, a farewell not to defeat, but to a promise waiting to rise.