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.