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.