The moment he stops looking down

A lone executive stands on a rooftop terrace at dusk, city skyline glittering below, as the camera holds low and centered on his silhouette against a deep violet sky. He tilts his head upward and the camera slowly tilts with him to reveal a massive blood-red moon rising between two skyscrapers, its glow washing over his face in warm crimson light. He exhales, checks a slim phone glowing with quiet blue light, then looks back up, a faint smile forming as the eclipse fully darkens into a deep rust red. The camera pushes in tight on his eyes reflecting the moon, then pulls back in one continuous motion to show the entire skyline bathed in eerie red light, skyscraper windows flickering like distant embers. Wind moves his coat gently as distant city sounds fade into silence, leaving only his steady breathing and the low hum of the night. The final frame holds on him standing perfectly still, dwarfed by the massive glowing moon, radiating qui