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.