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.