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.