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.