BROMAZOLAM BLUES: A DESCENT INTO SYNTHETIC SLUMBER

The haze mists in, a thick blanket draped from chemicals. It starts with tingles, a subtle alteration in perception. The world fades, edges becoming soft. It's a journey into the manufactured stillness, where worries evaporate and reality warps like wax. But this artificial slumber, it has a shadow. A creeping emptiness that lingers even when the