His computer desk was now a rusted railing overlooking a thousand-story drop. The neon sign from the image buzzed aggressively above his head, casting a pink glow over his hands. He looked at his skin; it was glitching slightly, pixelating at the edges.
But he was so tired of the grey. He was so tired of the silence. neon wallpaper pack
He felt a pull. It wasn't a physical tug, but a gravitational shift in his mind. The grey walls of his apartment felt wrong. They felt like a cage. The image on the screen felt like the only reality that mattered. His computer desk was now a rusted railing