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.