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.