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.