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.