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.