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.