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.