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.