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.