"When night falls, incredible things happen in El Pilar. Even a tower full of heralds rises or the end of a huge puppeteer moves with difficulty in a truck down Calle Maldonado.

Drawn by these magical events, Nix, the feared goddess of the night, and the Night owl want us to experience with passion and abandon this world dominated by stars and constellations.
From the shadows lurk terrible dangers: vampires who suck the blood of citizens; werewolves who attack us with nightmarish tourist apartments; crows that take compromising photos; Jack the Ripper who preys on our savings; and even death itself, hidden beneath a harmless disguise.
In contrast, Morpheus guides us through the pleasant and idyllic world of dreams. When night falls, will you succumb to Nix's charms or fall into Morpheus's arms?."

Good night and good luck to find housing
Welcome to the real estate market, where the apartment is an extraordinary luxury. They say that the market is tense, but that is already a declared robbery: a thousand euros a month for... a bench in the street!
Here we have the landlord, Joan Butragueño Carroñero, 'Vulture' for friends. Big tennant, distinguished style, smiles at you while leaving you broke. To sign, he only needs three payrolls, a year's bond and guarantee... and two Dragon Balls!
The tenant, in his thirties, has found the opportunity to become independent. With ten years of savings and work, you can pay the entrance to this palace in the center of the city. The effort pays off!
Opportunity! In the lamppost of the neighborhood, a 'room with window' is rented for an autonomous worker who bills late and gets payed worse. This is life: working like a donkey every day to end up living inside... of a trash can!

Halloween night Trick or treat.
Trick or treat? says Pedro 'Gómez' Sánchez, smiling. The trick is to change one's opinion, treat, not to lose the chair... In this night of monsters, there is no need for a witch or a vampire, the real trick is simple... to rule no matter what and to resist!.
Yolanda 'Morticia' Díaz smiles thinly and calculatedly, while preaching revolutions in an upholstered chair. Distribute red candies with social etiquette, but the sugar lasts a day and the bill is deadly!
On Halloween night there is no shortage of pumpkin promises, sugary deals and, suddenly... Gabriel Rufian, with Trick or treat on his hand! The treat is always for him, the trick... for the citizen
On this political Halloween, some hand out concessions, others seek confrontation... and we suffer the fear! Budget candy, amnesty lollipops, and autonomy nougat. In the end, it's the people who have to pay for all this sweetness!

'Wednesday' Ayuso is always like a motorcycle, flooring the accelerator. She doesn't compromise, she doesn't back down, she attacks, she finishes, and she improvises. She thrives on conflict, on shouting, and on headlines, because peace doesn't win votes or prime-time airtime.
'Fetid' Abascal travels comfortably as a passenger: if the government falls, all the better; if the PP breaks apart, even better. The worse, the better. The more shouting, the more votes. Because without noise there's no war, and without war there's no narrative.

The night of plantá
Welcome to the night of the "plantá" . In recent years, more decoration than actual figures have been planted. A palm tree blocks a finial, and a eucalyptus tree prevents you from seeing a ninot. A "falla"? What's wrong with that? I came to see a ficus and flowers!

Nico Garcés and the magic lamp
Inside the Central Fallas Board headquarters lives Nico Garcés, a magical genie. He bestows favors, assigns judges, and distributes prizes... according to providence. And providence, coincidentally, tends to favor the same places!
If you happen upon the genie, don't miss the chance to ask him for three judges... I mean, three wishes!

To bring darkness to humanity
We created AI to save time, and now we can't do anything without it! And we're delighted: without thinking, without listening, telling us what to do. We're automatons with 5G coverage!
We've traded our skin for a touchscreen, conversation for audio, life for a 24-hour story. We've forgotten how to laugh without recording it! Night didn't fall from the sky; we chose it.
In today's Fallas festival, nobody bothers to think anymore. Just a button, a click... and the AI ​​gives you the rhyme. It's not original? It's not witty? Bah, it gives it to you in a second and for free. Lots of automated verse... and very little humor.