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.