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.