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.