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.