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.