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.