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.