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.