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.