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.