GREEN HAZE: LOVE, LOSS, AND THE CANNABIS CYCLE

The emerald haze hangs heavy in the air, a fragrant shroud woven from longing and loss. Each hit is a fleeting trip, a temporary escape from the burden of existence. It beckons us, promising bliss, but its grip can entrap. In this dimension where fantasies blur with reality, love and loss merge in a kaleidoscope of pleasure. From Plant to Prescrip