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.