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.