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.