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.