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.