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.