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.