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.