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.