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.