During the second night, the tales of the Storyteller will tell us about the Old Death and her servants, the reapers. Inside those tales, we would be able to perceive the threads of a strange tapestry that weaves around the figure of the wandering minstrel, tissue which starts taking a foggy shape along the narrated stories, to which we get tied to the beautiful words that the guardian of the forest of dead leaves gives us, while he shatters, one by one, dark stories of love and death, of loneliness and pain, of joy and horror. <br/>