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.