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.