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.