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.