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.