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.