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.