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.