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.