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.