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.