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.