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.