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.