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.