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.