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.