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.