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.