The night was thick, soft as black velvet when Daniel stepped off the tram at Time Station. The City of Clocks pulsed with the light of lamps and the distant murmur of busy streets. Here, in a place where every building had a different clock face on its façade, people lived by their own rules of time. Daniel had always been fascinated by this district - he had the feeling that here the monotony disappears and ordinary reality gives way to imagination. That evening, Adam, an old friend from high school, now a student of the philosophy of time, was waiting for him. They met in front of the café 'Sekunda', where the clock on the door would every now and then speed up or slow down slightly, bringing the customers into a different rhythm. - Do you think this is true? - Adam asked, sitting down at a curved table under a golden pointer. - What? - Daniel looked at his friend. - 'That somewhere on the top floor of the Timeless Tower there is a room where you can change your own time...' - Adam said seriously, his eyes glowing with a mixture of excitement and fear. - Apparently he had been found by Zośka from history, but had disappeared soon afterwards. Daniel was moved by the thought that he could break out of his everyday life, fix his mistakes, speed up or slow down the most important moments of his life. He looked around cautiously - people at neighbouring tables were whispering about similar things, he sought their gazes on the dials of the clocks instead of in their eyes. Meanwhile, Adam finished his coffee in one gulp and handed Daniel an old map - all ink-stained, its edges frayed and with a handwritten drawing of the Timeless Tower in the middle. - Tonight we can try it. The master clock will strike the thirteenth hour only once a year,' Adam said quietly. - 'Are you ready? Daniel hesitated as he heard the clocks beating in the distance, growing faster and louder. He knew that this night could change everything....