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.