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.