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.