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.