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.