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.