The audio begins with a soft, rhythmic hum, the unmistakable sound of a film projector warming up. It steadily grows louder, a mechanical heartbeat, giving life to the otherwise silent room. The whirring sound of the motor echoes, a testament to the steady power that drives this machine. Suddenly, the sound of film spooling through the projector fills the air. It's a rapid, almost musical ticking, like the eager tapping of fingers on a desk. It's the sound of anticipation, of stories waiting to be told, of worlds waiting to be explored. Then, there's a shift. The motor kicks into high gear, the rhythmic hum intensifying into a steady roar. It's a powerful, commanding sound, the audio equivalent of a spotlight snapping on in a darkened theater. The spinning sound of the reels becomes more frantic, more desperate. It's no longer just the sound of film spooling, but a whirlwind of images, a