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.