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.