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I will not die, for I will live and tell of the acts of the Lord.
This story is fiction. Rather, it is a movie about fiction, and what it means to us. It is about culture, and those who cultivate and build it. It is about those at the edge of society forming their own communities. It is about those who gravitate, and how they connect with others over it.
At the exact middle of the night—when spirits roam the streets, demons haunt ruins, and gods congregate at the Center of the Earth—it screens. Only then. The showing is at a movie theatre that is in a different place each night. One night it is in Tel Aviv, another in Jerusalem, and another in Brussels. It is a strange place--all of the concessions are free, and there is no ticket counter, nor is there anyone to check tickets. You simply walk in, get some popcorn, and head for the auditorium in the back.
It's not hard to find the auditorium, as there is only one. You step inside with your tub of popcorn, and choose a seat in the middle of the sixth row from the front. You sit down, and begin to eat your popcorn.
Music begins to play as the film starts. At first you think it is an animusical, but it isn't: those only screen at anime conventions in Purim and the Summer.
The silver screen fades into the first scene of the movie.
This is that movie.