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.