BROMAZOLAM BLUES: A DESCENT INTO SYNTHETIC SLUMBER

The haze murk in, a thick blanket stitched from potions. It starts with tingles, a subtle alteration in perception. The world fades, edges becoming soft. It's a journey into the manufactured tranquility, where worries disappear and reality folds like gum. But this artificial slumber, it has a shadow. A creeping void that lingers even when the fog