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.