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.