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.