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.