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.