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.