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.