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.