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.