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.