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.