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.