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.