Whispers of the spirals tell a tale, of colors repeating, like a big carousel. Round and round, always the same, but different this time, a little game.
Walk on the spiral, step after step, do you feel the déjà vu? A childhood quest, in a garden of pearls, where laughter never ends.
Twisting paths, the secrets await, come and see if you dare, little feet won't stop, they know the way, they know where it goes.