Piedad en CauchemarPiedad del Ruiseñor de la torre de Cauchemar The clock of endless ticks has cracked, broken by its own hands of time. Numbers become the steady heartbeats of a guignol, frozen in a fall to the world of the abyss. No gravity beneath the fall, just the elegant darkness that has consumed the world. Ticking instead of beating now, there was once beating long ago. The night has become an enemy; the belly of the beast is its home. With eyes closed, a door to a new world is opened, but the key is lost in the sea. The great waves wash up the empty guignols, hollow like drifting pieces of wood. In the deepest level of the sea shines a key, a ke