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.