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.