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.