Bromazolam Blues: A Descent into Synthetic Slumber
The haze swirls in, a thick blanket draped from elixirs. It starts with tingles, a subtle alteration in perception. The world dissolves, edges becoming undefined. It's a glide into the manufactured peace, where worries disappear and reality folds like butter. But this synthetic slumber, it has a shadow. A creeping hollow that lingers even when the