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.