Clocktower Keeper Irbid Blue Hour

Cool blue twilight washes over a narrow stone alley in Irbid, where low-hanging clouds diffuse the emerging city lights into a soft, gray glow. A weathered man stands in tight close-up, his face etched with lines of experience and dignity. His knuckles are smeared with thick, black grease, a stark contrast against the pale stone behind him. He holds an antique pocket watch, its brass casing catching the faint ambient light while his fingers, stained from labor, grip the chain. The texture of his worn clothing blends with the rough masonry of the alley walls. One crack in the stone near his shoulder catches the fading light, marking the age of the structure.