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.