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.