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.