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.