The moment he stops chasing everything

A lone executive stands atop a glass skyscraper terrace at night, city lights sprawling below, as the sky above suddenly ignites with ribbons of green and violet aurora rarely seen this far south. The camera starts low behind him, then rises in a slow vertical sweep, pulling his silhouette into frame center against the glowing sky. Wind stirs his coat as he tilts his head up, phone lowering slowly from his hand, awe replacing routine. The city hums distantly below, but up here it's silent except for soft wind. Light from the aurora flickers cool blue-green across his face, mixing with the warm amber glow of distant office windows. As the light show peaks, he exhales, almost smiling, then turns and walks back toward the glowing interior of a sleek office space, glass doors reflecting the aurora one last time before sliding shut. The mood is quiet awe meeting quiet ambition — a rare cosmic event witnessed by someone who still has one eye