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.