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.