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.