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.