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.