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.