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.