Immersed in the captivating image of his wallpaper, his senses began to merge into a single sensory stream.
Suddenly, the smells became solid and he could touch the pungent stench of decay wafting from the digital river.
The rustling of dry branches thundered in his ears like a piercing shriek.
Looking up into the trees, his eyes met hundreds of agonised faces embedded in the bark, pleading for mercy with their mouths open in mute screams.
The sky became a bleeding eye staring back at him.
A spasm shook him as he realised that he was no longer in front of the computer, but immersed in the same abject image that now imprisoned him in its gloomy dimension.
