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.