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.