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.