Leo reaches out to touch the monitor, his fingers passing through the glass. The AC3 audio peaks, a wall of sound that feels like a physical weight. He isn't in his basement anymore. He’s on the stage at Hammersmith, 1973, draped in sequins and the smell of ozone.

The film ends in a crash of white light. Leo wakes up on his floor, the credits rolling silently in Italian. The room is quiet, but his skin is still humming. He looks at the file on his desktop. It’s 15 gigabytes of data, but as he closes the laptop, he realizes you can't actually download a soul—though this particular rip came dangerously close.

"The subs are Italian," Leo whispers, watching the white text crawl across the bottom of the frame. “Sognatore ad occhi aperti,” it reads.