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.