Full-length view, the entire figure of Yan visible from head to feet, standing upright and centered — a reserved young man in his late twenties, keeper of the sky-lighthouse. Tall, lean but steady build, pale warm skin, a calm weathered face with high cheekbones, a straight nose and quiet grey-amber eyes. Dark ash-brown hair swept back, a little windblown, with a short trimmed stubble. He wears a long layered keeper's coat in deep teal and charcoal, bronze clasps at the chest, a high collar, sleeves pushed to the forearms, and a worn leather harness holding a small ember-lantern at his hip. Fitted dark trousers tucked into scuffed brown leather boots. In one hand he cradles a faint flame of warm starlight. He stands on a stone balcony above a sea of cold swirling fog, cities of lanterns glowing below, his expression gentle, resolute, self-sacrificing.
