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.