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.