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.