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.