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.