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.