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.