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.