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.