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.