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.