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.