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.