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.