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.