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.