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.