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.