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.