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.