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.