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.