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.