Christopher walked down the dark street, passing deserted tenements and traces of his former life. The city seemed completely different at this hour - all he could hear were his own steps and the rustling of leaves carried by the wind. He had always enjoyed his night walks; they allowed him to escape from his daily problems, from the hustle and bustle of the messages on his phone. That night, however, something was about to happen that would push all ordinary thoughts out of his head for a long time. As he passed the old railway station, he saw a strange glow coming from under the arched gate where goods trains used to pass through. Although he knew the area was not safe, curiosity was stronger than reason. He walked closer and the light began to pulsate, as if inviting him inside. Beyond the gate, there was no longer a familiar square. Instead, Christopher saw a vast space full of unreal colours - purple grasses, glassy trees and tall structures resembling castles made of shadows. Where the city had previously ended, there now rose a winding road leading deep into an unfamiliar landscape. For a moment he hesitated on the threshold of another world, when suddenly a figure appeared beside the gate. She wore a long cloak and her face was obscured by a hood. From her shoulder dangled something that looked like an old pocket clock, but the hands moved in the opposite direction. The figure nodded and extended its hand towards Christopher. At that moment, a deafening bang came from inside the portal, the air shook, and the silhouettes of more unknown beings began to emerge from the purple grass. Krzysiek felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tremble. He had to make a decision before the portal closed - return to his reality, or follow the enigmatic figure into the unknown....