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.