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.