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.