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.