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"Don't go yet," the water murmured, the scent of sandalwood intensifying until it was all he could breathe. "The world is loud. The void is quiet. Stay another ten minutes?"

He must have drifted off, because when he opened his eyes, the bathroom light felt miles away. The water was so dark it didn't even reflect his own face. He reached down to pull the plug, but his fingers met nothing but liquid. He reached further. Still nothing. The tub felt deeper. Much deeper. buy black bath bomb

Elias didn’t buy the bath bomb for the "gothic aesthetic" or the "detoxifying charcoal." He bought it because the label at the boutique said Into the Void , and after a week of twelve-hour shifts, a void sounded exactly like where he needed to be. "Don't go yet," the water murmured, the scent

When he stepped in, the water felt heavier than usual—velvety, almost solid. He leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the scent of scorched sandalwood and cold iron wash over him. Stay another ten minutes