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.