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.