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.