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.