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.