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.