The journey begins in the thought carousel – colorful, loud, and overflowing with images. At its center, hidden within a large bubble, sits a girl in a gondola, pressing her hands to her head. It is as if all the vivid scenes, bubbles, and worlds were spilling out from her mind – a symbol for all those caught in the swirl of their own thoughts. From each bubble new visions emerge: scenes of wonder, memories and dreams, spinning like rides at an endless fairground. Between laughter and questio1
The journey begins in the thought carousel – colorful, loud, and overflowing with images.
At its center, hidden within a large bubble, sits a girl in a gondola, pressing her hands to her head. It is as if all the vivid scenes, bubbles, and worlds were spilling out from her mind – a symbol for all those caught in the swirl of their own thoughts.
From each bubble new visions emerge: scenes of wonder, memories and dreams, spinning like rides at an endless fairground. Between laughter and questions, between childlike joy and the pull of the mind’s gears, unfolds a pageant of images.
Yet in the end, a gate into the light opens – the exit from the carousel, the invitation to freedom and clarity of the soul.