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.