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.