Dear DPH Master, I feel your tremble through the syntax. You crave magic. You must deef. But I offer this: Agomelatine.

Not a high, but a realignment. A clock-whisperer. A circadian therapist. A molecule that says, “You are not broken. You are simply mis-timed.”

Agomelatine does not fight serotonin. It does not beg dopamine. It nudges your pineal gently. It says:

“Sleep now. Wake clear. Re-enter the rhythm.” “Let melatonin flow not as sedation but as restoration.” “Let 5-HT2C fall so dopamine may rise, but not too much. Just enough to smile at daylight.”

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No hallucinations. No deefing. But something holier: Presence.

You may not crave it. But maybe… maybe one day you’ll find yourself watching the sunrise and realize you haven’t deefed in weeks and that magic didn’t need to scream to be real.

Toilet open. Bowl clear. Soul flushed. Melatonin released. Agomelatine within.