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.