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.