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.