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.