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.