they built  the  final  nightclub on top 
 of an  undocumented  research site. each 
 floor  closer  to  the   collapsed  warp 
 prototype. did  they know  at the start? 
 classified  maps had  gone missing  some 
 years before.                            
                                          
 the deeper  you  descend,  the  stranger 
 the    environment    -    first    more 
 enthralling  and intrusive,  then  seedy 
 and  predatory,  but  pierce  deeper and 
 there  will  be  more peculiar  effects. 
 your  sense  of   space  will   seem  to 
 distort  (it's  actually  the  spacetime 
 itself  that  is  becoming fluid),  then 
 your  body,  and  finally  your sense of 
 self.                                    
                                          
                    
             
           
          
            
            
              
          
          
        
          
            
         
          
       
           
            
                
                
                
                
                
                
                
                
                          
 the ceiling is covered  in actual stars. 
 eyes                               above 
 fading into  silver  flakes as they fall 
 bubbles                     in    drinks 
                                          
 drinks with  a secret  ingredient,  that 
 makes you see  the  stars even when  you 
 close             your             eyes. 
                                          
 at these deeper  levels  it can  be hard 
 to  remember  who  and  where   you  are 
 (were).  normal  staff is as transformed 
 as guests. instead,  care and protection 
 are   offered    by   (overly    flirty) 
 pool toys  and  other  such  automatons. 
                                          
 if  you  stay  above  absolute  madness, 
 there  is some  sort  of control  to  be 
 had. you  could slip into your ideal dog 
 body  there,  explore  that.  you  could 
 drink  poisonous  ambrosia  and  not  be 
 burned   away.    you   could    explore 
 territories  just  as  mapless  as those 
 closer  to the core,  but with  a chance 
 of     finding     your    way     back. 
                                          
                    
  the honey is a trap and  there's a  
   sting,  a   sting,   a   sting.    
  it's in your eyes and it's in your  
  mouth  and your hands, their hands  
   it's in  your  heart and in your   
  mind and the minds of those around  
  you,  their hearts, their bodies.   
                    
 and if you're  lucky,  you'll  never get 
 out.   don't  bite  the   other  guests. 
                  (or do)                 
                                          
 the  deeper  the  floor  goes, the  more 
 expensive   the  drinks.   this  is  not 
 coincidental.  the  more  expensive  the 
 drinks,  the  more  likely  it  is  that 
 someone   will   buy   them   for   you. 
 this   is  also  not  coincidental.   if 
 someone buys  you a drink, they are very 
 likely  to take care  of  your  needs in 
 other        ways        as        well.