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.