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.