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.