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.