Kasper stod ved indgangen til Tivoli.

Kasper stood at the entrance to Tivoli.

Engang summede denne park af liv, men nu var den kun et minde om, hvad der var før.

Once, this park buzzed with life, but now it was only a memory of what was before.

Foråret havde lagt et grønt tæppe af græs og blomster, der strakte sig gennem de efterladte forlystelser.

Spring had laid a green carpet of grass and flowers that stretched through the abandoned rides.

Vinden hviskede lavt mellem de tomme bælter, og en svag bippende lyd kom fra pariserhjulet.

The wind whispered low between the empty belts, and a faint beeping sound came from the Ferris wheel.

Signe og Mikkel havde talt om signalet.

Signe and Mikkel had talked about the signal.

Rygtet sagde, at det kunne være noget vigtigt, måske tegn på andre overlevende.

Rumor had it that it could be something important, perhaps a sign of other survivors.

Kasper følte et stik af håb.

Kasper felt a twinge of hope.

Han havde ventet længe på en mulighed som denne.

He had waited a long time for an opportunity like this.

Han begyndte sin færd gennem parken.

He began his journey through the park.

Hvert skridt var med forsigtighed.

Each step was taken with caution.

Omkring ham var de gamle boder med falmede plakater og rustne vogne.

Around him were the old stalls with faded posters and rusty carts.

Der havde været kaos.

There had been chaos.

Tingene var blevet efterladt midt i en flugt; det kunne næsten mærkes i luften.

Things had been left in the middle of an escape; it could almost be felt in the air.

Pariserhjulet ragede op foran ham.

The Ferris wheel loomed ahead of him.

Det stod der som en ensom kæmpe, og signalet kom bestemt derfra.

It stood there like a lonely giant, and the signal definitely came from there.

Kasper måtte tage valget.

Kasper had to make the choice.

Vente eller klatre?

Wait or climb?

Modet vandt, og han begyndte sin opstigning.

Courage prevailed, and he began his ascent.

Med hvert skridt opad blev hjulet mere skrøbeligt.

With each step upward, the wheel became more fragile.

Metallet knagede under hans vægt, og en frygt sneg sig ind i ham.

The metal creaked under his weight, and fear crept into him.

Men han blev ved.

But he kept going.

Han vidste, at han måtte finde svaret, uanset risikoen.

He knew he had to find the answer, no matter the risk.

Højdepunktet var øverst, omkring ham holdt alt vejret.

The pinnacle was at the top, around him everything held its breath.

Endelig nåede han toppen.

Finally, he reached the top.

Der, fastgjort til en af kabinerne, var en gammel radio.

There, attached to one of the cabins, was an old radio.

Den blinkede med et rødt lys og sendte det svage bip.

It blinked with a red light and emitted the faint beep.

Kasper skruede på nogle knapper og opdagede beskeder fra tidligere overlevende.

Kasper twisted some knobs and discovered messages from past survivors.

Det var et nødsignal.

It was a distress signal.

Ikke andre, men spor fra dem før ham.

Not others, but traces from those before him.

Selvom der ikke var nogen ny stemme at møde, fyldte en ny fornemmelse af formål ham.

Although there was no new voice to meet, a new sense of purpose filled him.

Kasper så mod horisonten.

Kasper looked toward the horizon.

Der var stadig håb, spor at følge og måske, en dag, et fællesskab at finde.

There was still hope, tracks to follow and maybe, one day, a community to find.

Han klatrede ned igen, klar til at dele nyheden med Signe og Mikkel.

He climbed down again, ready to share the news with Signe and Mikkel.

I lyset af forårets begyndelse var det tid til at bygge fremtiden på fortidens stemmer.

In the light of spring's beginning, it was time to build the future on the voices of the past.