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.