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.