Bromazolam Blues: A Descent into Synthetic Slumber

The haze mists in, a thick blanket draped from elixirs. It starts with a whisper, a subtle change in perception. The world blurs, edges becoming undefined. It's a descent into the manufactured tranquility, where worries evaporate and reality melts like wax. But this contrived slumber, it has a dark side. A creeping hollow that lingers even when th

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