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.