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.