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.