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.