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.