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.