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.