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.