The quality of this footage is both choppy and filled with the background fluctuations of static, with the view being angled upwards through the shattered beams of what used to have been a roof.
The structure looks as though it's been the recipient of a mortar bombardment, with large swaths of the roiling gray sky visible through the gaps and stifling volumes of heavy fog rolling in over the edges.
Unsteadily zooming past the wreckage, the camera focuses on the distant profile of a helicopter raveled in the depths of the filth-tinged clouds, the drone of its rotors audible as the aircraft beats its way through the bank of fog.
In the airspace around the machine, you can vaguely detect bands of ebony black undulating through the clouds—strands of oily darkness waning and fattening about its fuselage like writhing sea serpents.
Just as you fancy that the tendrils were bulging into outlines, shadowy limbs extending from them, and, for a split second, appearing like suspended ranks of unnaturally lanky figures, the whole view devolves into the screech of static.
It takes you a moment to realize that what you originally took to be the shriek of interference was actually just the video's audio.
For the last 45 seconds, it transmits the distant sounds of many hundreds of nearing, drawn-out screams.
The structure looks as though it's been the recipient of a mortar bombardment, with large swaths of the roiling gray sky visible through the gaps and stifling volumes of heavy fog rolling in over the edges.
Unsteadily zooming past the wreckage, the camera focuses on the distant profile of a helicopter raveled in the depths of the filth-tinged clouds, the drone of its rotors audible as the aircraft beats its way through the bank of fog.
In the airspace around the machine, you can vaguely detect bands of ebony black undulating through the clouds—strands of oily darkness waning and fattening about its fuselage like writhing sea serpents.
Just as you fancy that the tendrils were bulging into outlines, shadowy limbs extending from them, and, for a split second, appearing like suspended ranks of unnaturally lanky figures, the whole view devolves into the screech of static.
It takes you a moment to realize that what you originally took to be the shriek of interference was actually just the video's audio.
For the last 45 seconds, it transmits the distant sounds of many hundreds of nearing, drawn-out screams.