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 fades, edges becoming undefined. It's a descent into the manufactured tranquility, where worries disappear and reality melts like wax. But this contrived slumber, it has a underbelly. A creeping void that lingers even when