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.