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.