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.