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.