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.