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.