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.