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.