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.