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.