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.