The Summer of Love wasn’t peace—it was a fever dream, where thousands of souls gathered in the streets of San Francisco, high on hope and hallucinations. The air was thick with incense and the scent of decay, as flowers bloomed in minds already fractured by the chaos of their own desire. Beneath the bright colors and free love, the city pulsed with the raw energy of people searching for something to fill the emptiness, only to find it was never there to begin with.
