BROMAZOLAM BLUES: A DESCENT INTO SYNTHETIC SLUMBER

The haze murk in, a thick blanket woven from chemicals. It starts with a hum, a subtle alteration in perception. The world dissolves, edges becoming nebulous. It's a descent into the manufactured stillness, where worries disappear and reality melts like gum. But this synthetic slumber, it has a shadow. A creeping hollow that lingers even when the