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.