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.