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.