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.