The curling tendrils of incense smoke dance, ethereal wisps that channel ancient energies to our receptive minds. As the fragrant aromas perfume the air, a veil lifts, allowing us witness the unseen realm with heightened sensitivity. Each scent is a portal to otherworldly dimensions, where spirits appear and wisdom reveals itself. Perhaps the smok

The haze coils, a thick blanket of paranoia and desperation. That fleeting inhale brings a momentary respite from the chaos, but the madness creeps with each exhalation. The line between sanity blurs, leaving only the need for that next hit to numb the growing anxiety within. It's a endless cycle, fueled by illusion. The world outside disappears, r