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.