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.