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.