He tried to hit the spacebar to stop the music, but his fingers passed right through the keyboard. The hardware had turned into pure data. The song was reaching its crescendo—a wall of white noise and distorted bass.
The screen didn't just display visuals; it breathed. Fractals blossomed like bioluminescent flowers, reacting to the bass with a violence that made his speakers rattle. The colors weren't just RGB values; they were hues Leo hadn't seen in nature—shimmering "ultra-violets" and "deep-golds" that felt like they were burning directly into his retinas. "This is it," he whispered, leaning closer.
The room began to hum, vibrating in perfect resonance with the song. He looked down at his own skin. Patterns—the same glowing fractals from the screen—were beginning to crawl up his arms, pulsing in time with the kick drum.