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.