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.