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.