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.