Bromazolam Blues: A Descent into Synthetic Slumber

The haze swirls in, a thick blanket woven from potions. It starts with a whisper, a subtle alteration in perception. The world blurs, edges becoming undefined. It's a descent into the manufactured peace, where worries vanish and reality melts like wax. But this artificial slumber, it has a underbelly. A creeping emptiness that lingers even when th

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