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.