BROMAZOLAM BLUES: A DESCENT INTO SYNTHETIC SLUMBER

The haze murk in, a thick blanket stitched from potions. It starts with a hum, a subtle change in perception. The world blurs, edges becoming undefined. It's a journey into the manufactured peace, where worries evaporate and reality melts like butter. But this synthetic slumber, it has a shadow. A creeping hollow that lingers even when the drug we