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.