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.