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.