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.