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.