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.