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.