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.