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.