Elias reached out to touch his desk. On the screen, as his finger hit the wood, a ripple of golden soundwaves exploded from the contact point. He gasped, and the sound of his breath translated into a jagged, crystalline spire that shot up from the floor of the virtual room.
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In the final seconds of the track, the violet light from the monitor expanded, swallowing the desk, the chair, and Elias himself.
He loaded his latest track—a dark, atmospheric techno piece. As the kick drum hit, the physical walls of his apartment began to vibrate. Not the shaking of a loud speaker, but a rhythmic thinning. He could see through the drywall into the shimmering void of the digital realm. The "visuals" weren't appearing on the monitor anymore; they were manifesting in the air.
Tendrils of light, mapped to the frequency of the synth lead, wrapped around his arms. They felt cold, like liquid nitrogen and static electricity.