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.