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.