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.