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.