Foggy Street was one of those streets that was rarely visited without a need. For most of the year it was shrouded in a thick layer of fog, muffling sounds and lights. Nevertheless, Jagoda and Michal, friends from the neighbourhood, walked there every day on their way home from school - not because the road was shorter, but rather because of the shop that had fascinated them for a long time. 'E. Leon's Clockmaker's Shop' - so proclaimed the faded sign above a door that looked as if it remembered the days when horse-drawn carriages rode the streets. The shop window was full of clocks of all kinds: from small pocket clocks to cuckoo clocks to tall, massive standing clocks. It always seemed that the hands on their dials moved a little faster or slower than they should, and the mechanical cuckoos popped without any regularity. One November afternoon, when the fog was thicker than usual, Berry noticed that the door to the shop was slightly ajar. She looked questioningly at Michael. He shrugged his shoulders, but before he could say anything, the girl was already at the entrance. The silence inside was almost palpable, interrupted only by the ticking of dozens of clocks. Inside, the air smelled of dust, old wood and something else - like ozone after a storm. Behind the counter stood an old man with white hair, focused on repairing a miniature clock. He didn't notice them when they crossed the threshold. Berry took a few steps, feeling the floor creak under her feet. Michael hesitated for a moment, then followed her. 'No one can see you if you don't know what you're looking for,' the old man said suddenly, without raising his eyes. His voice was quiet but loud. Berry felt goosebumps. 'Do you want to go inside? Before they had time to answer, the hands of all the clocks suddenly jumped to twelve o'clock, and the shop trembled slightly, as if it were a ship on a rough sea. The old man looked at them through magnifying glasses hung on his nose. 'Some doors only open once.... Ready for a journey through Time?' At the same instant, the door behind them slammed shut with a bang, and a silvery beam of light shot out from behind the oldest clock. Berry felt the air swirl around her - and then....