Suddenly, the screen filled with aggressive digital artifacting. Bright green and purple blocks tore across the image as the audio escalated into a deafening, rhythmic chanting. The people in the circle began to open the iron trunk.
The video opened not to a movie studio logo, but to a shaky, handheld shot of a dimly lit church basement. The audio was a chaotic mess of static and hushed whispers in Spanish. The "cam" wasn't recording a theater screen; it was recording a real, clandestine event.
The flickering title card on the cracked laptop screen read c0ns3cr4t10n.2023.hc.cam.latino.mp4 .
Should we lean into a angle where the video file is a digital entity?