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.