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.