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.