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.