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.