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.