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.