In a world increasingly mediated by high-definition pixels and pre-recorded perfection, the theater remains a stubborn, breathing anomaly. It is one of the few remaining art forms that refuses to be digitized without losing its soul. When the house lights dim and the heavy velvet curtain rises, a unique and fragile contract is signed between the performer and the audience. Unlike a film, which is a finished product of the past, a play is a living event occurring in the immediate present. It is a high-wire act where there is no “undo” button, no second take, and no safety net of post-production. This inherent risk creates a crackling electricity in…