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.