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.