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.