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.