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.