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.