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.