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.