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.