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.