In the glow of a screen in a quiet room, Ollie turns eighteen with games to assume. In a world where pixels dance and play, On a trusty PlayStation, hours drift away. From Deliveroo, a feast arrives at the door, A birthday banquet for one, nothing more. Nobody told me celebrations could seem, More vibrant in solitude, like a digital dream. Yet in the stillness, Ollie finds peace, A moment of freedom, a binding release. For in the bedroom's silent embrace, Eighteen years shaped by this digital space.