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.