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.