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.