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.