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.