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.