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.