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.