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.