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.