BROMAZOLAM BLUES: A DESCENT INTO SYNTHETIC SLUMBER

The haze mists in, a thick blanket stitched from chemicals. It starts with a hum, a subtle shift in perception. The world dissolves, edges becoming soft. It's a journey into the manufactured peace, where worries disappear and reality folds like gum. But this artificial slumber, it has a underbelly. A creeping hollow that lingers even when the fog