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.