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.