BROMAZOLAM BLUES: A DESCENT INTO SYNTHETIC SLUMBER

The haze mists in, a thick blanket draped from elixirs. It starts with tingles, a subtle alteration in perception. The world fades, edges becoming undefined. It's a glide into the manufactured peace, where worries vanish and reality melts like wax. But this artificial slumber, it has a dark side. A creeping hollow that lingers even when the substa