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.