BROMAZOLAM BLUES: A DESCENT INTO SYNTHETIC SLUMBER

The haze mists in, a thick blanket draped from potions. It starts with a hum, a subtle change in perception. The world dissolves, edges becoming undefined. It's a glide into the manufactured stillness, where worries vanish and reality warps like butter. But this synthetic slumber, it has a dark side. A creeping void that lingers even when the drug