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.