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.