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.