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.