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.