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.