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.