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.