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.