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.