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.