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.