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.