On Saturday afternoon, the city was enveloped in a sweltering, still silence. Nina, Patryk and Darek were sitting on a wall next to an inconspicuous watchmaker's shop on Snake Street, playing with bicycle keys. From there, they could see both the bustling market and the shadowy courtyards behind the townhouses, creating their own web of secrets. Patrick had been glancing nervously at the broken windows opposite for a few minutes, as if expecting something to move in them at any moment. - 'Have you heard what they're saying about that watchmaker? - he began, lowering his voice. - That he fixes more than old alarm clocks. That someone once saw a boy leaving his workshop who.... just disappeared. Nina crossed her arms, scratching her wrist. - 'They're just urban legends. Although... - she suspended her voice, recalling tales of strange mechanisms in the shop window. - Maybe we should check? Darek shrugged his shoulders as if to dismiss the matter, but was clearly intrigued. The silence was broken by a soft metallic sound. A quiet ticking came from inside the shop, but clearer and deeper than ever. The door swung open wide, although no one could be seen opening it. Through the crack, they saw that it was twilight inside and the smell of old wood and grease filled the air. There were clocks hanging on the walls, their pendulums moving in an unsynchronised, almost hypnotic rhythm. - 'Someone in there? - whispered Nina, taking the first step inside. Behind them, the door creaked open and the room was illuminated by a flickering glow. In the depths of the workshop, just below a huge clock with Greek numerals, a strange, glittering mist appeared. Among the brass cogs, the figure of the clockmaker blurred - a lean, stooped old man with eyes that looked as if they had seen more than one thing. - I am waiting for you,' he spoke up, in a voice quieter than a whisper. - Do you want to know the truth? Suddenly, the mechanisms on the walls made a single, collective sound, as if all the clocks had stopped timing and started beating together. The three friends looked at each other. Each of them felt that crossing this threshold would change their lives forever. They took the first step towards the clockmaker - and then the world around them began to blur, and the hands of all the clocks began to spin at a frantic pace....