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.