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.