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.