BROMAZOLAM BLUES: A DESCENT INTO SYNTHETIC SLUMBER

The haze mists in, a thick blanket woven from elixirs. It starts with a hum, a subtle shift in perception. The world dissolves, edges becoming nebulous. It's a glide into the manufactured tranquility, where worries disappear and reality melts like butter. But this synthetic slumber, it has a dark side. A creeping hollow that lingers even when the