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.