Bromazolam Blues: A Descent into Synthetic Slumber
The haze murk in, a thick blanket draped from elixirs. It starts with a hum, a subtle shift in perception. The world blurs, edges becoming undefined. It's a descent into the manufactured stillness, where worries evaporate and reality folds like butter. But this contrived slumber, it has a shadow. A creeping void that lingers even when the fog wear