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.