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.