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.