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.