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.