BROMAZOLAM BLUES: A DESCENT INTO SYNTHETIC SLUMBER

The haze murk in, a thick blanket stitched from potions. It starts with a hum, a subtle alteration in perception. The world fades, edges becoming soft. It's a journey into the manufactured peace, where worries evaporate and reality warps like wax. But this contrived slumber, it has a dark side. A creeping void that lingers even when the substance