BROMAZOLAM BLUES: A DESCENT INTO SYNTHETIC SLUMBER

The haze murk in, a thick blanket woven from chemicals. It starts with a whisper, a subtle shift in perception. The world fades, edges becoming undefined. It's a descent into the manufactured peace, where worries disappear and reality warps here like wax. But this artificial slumber, it has a dark side. A creeping hollow that lingers even when the