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.