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.