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.