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.