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.