The fish in Stuttgart by Yvonne Arnold

Prologue:

This story is dear to my heart for many reasons. 

One of them is that its foundation is real— As real as a dream can be:

Years ago, I had a vivid dream: Enormous fish landed on the rooftops of Stuttgart, plunging the city into darkness. In this dream, I became my own hero, stepping inside one of the fish to save a human who went lost inside the fish. But inside the fish, I didn’t find organs or bones—I found a world I had never seen before, filled with colors beyond imagination. Colors and forms I had never encountered before. Which is crazy, because I always thought I knew all colors and forms.

The inside of the fish wasn’t inside at all. It was somewhere in the universe.

I carried this dream with me for months and years, deeply moved by its mystery and by its complex story line with a beginning and ending. The feelings this dream left behind lingered for weeks—it was as if the dream itself wanted to be born into real life. It pushed me to bring it into the world, to make it visible, and it still does. I had this dream many, many years ago, but it never faded. Instead, it keeps calling me to share it.

I tried to capture it in a drawing (you can find it in my book "Reality Shift – 16 Steps of Uneasiness"), but I quickly realized that what I had drawn was just the beginning of a much larger story.

This dream felt bigger than myself. It carried a responsibility—I knew I had to bring it into existence, whether through words or images.

The original dream ended when I finally found the lost human inside the fish. He wasn’t alone—he was talking to a creature: A strange, floating, fluffy ball with two dangling feet.

When I asked the human what kind of place this was, he looked at me as if I were the biggest fool in the universe and said:

"Never heard of Einstein’s relativity theory? Well, the outside of the fish is on the rooftops of Stuttgart. The inside is somewhere in the universe."

That’s when I woke up.

It felt so real—the craziest, most beautiful dream I ever had.

I digested it for days, weeks, years.

What follows now is what I made out of my dream.

Story Opening

or "This is what I made out of my dream so far"

- the reader is cordially invited to comment especially when finding illogical stuff or mistakes in my story to come. I am open for making changes due to your caluable contributions.

The dream gave me two striking locations and this is where my story started out:

1️⃣ The gigantic colossal fish, resting over the city—not destroying it.

2️⃣ The inside of the fish, a surreal, pink-orange-apricot-colored world with its own physics existing somewhere in the universe.

Chapter 1:

"The Fish That Swallowed the Sky"

It began with a shadow.

At 2:42 PM Match 14th, 2042 the sky over Stuttgart darkened—not gradually, like an eclipse, but all at once, as if someone had flipped a cosmic switch. The city fell into an unnatural twilight, confusing pedestrians, halting traffic, and sending birds into a panicked frenzy. Streetlights flickered on, even though the weather reports promised clear skies and lots of sunshine.

Then came the news.

The first reports were dismissed as hysteria. A "gigantic fish" hovering over the rooftops? Impossible. Yet, as helicopters and drones took to the air, the impossible became undeniable. Some people online were convinced it was AI , but the crowd locally experienced it first hand:

There, sprawled over the heart of the city, lay a being so massive that its form stretched from one district to the next and covered basically the complete city. It was no whale, no blimp—this was a fish, its scales shimmering in faint iridescence, its slow, rhythmic breathing causing buildings to tremble ever so slightly. And yet, the strangest part:

Nothing was crushed. Nobody was hurt.

The fish was simply there, impossibly resting on rooftops, defying physics, neither pressing down nor being harmed by the structures beneath it. As if it was a gigantic air balloon, but it wasn´t . Cars, lampposts, entire plazas were wrapped in its presence—not destroyed, but embraced by something beyond comprehension.

The Arrival of the Fish – And the Great Turning Point

The fish did not come and disappear again. It stayed. Then came the rumors.

"A person is inside it," the headlines screamed. Someone had seen them—a lone silhouette behind the translucent belly, drifting in its vast, unknowable interior. Who they were, how they got there, and whether they were alive remained a mystery.

The government debated. The military mobilized. Scientists theorized. And the people of Stuttgart stood beneath the colossal shadow of the fish, trapped in an impossible question:

What do you do with something too big to understand?

Chapter 2: Inside the Belly of Creation

Inside the fish, time did not exist.

The human who had been swallowed—or transported—floated in a weightless world of pink-orange-apricot light. Fields of what looked like chewing gum meadows stretched infinitely, rolling in soft, surreal waves. Bridges of translucent, taffy-like material arched over rivers of something that shimmered between liquid and dream.where reality itself was being "manufactured and knitted".

Inside was another world.

 It was made of pink, apricot, and orange vibrating ground, pulsing with light everywhere. And there was a horizon with Saturn just like a moon on earth. crazy!

The sky was

not a sky at all, but a vast, breathing consciousness, where mythical beings strolled like architects of the cosmos. Hermes sat cross-legged on a floating island of cotton candy, arguing with a six-eyed lion. A centaur dipped its hooves into a glowing lake, pulling out a half-formed thought, molding it into something resembling a human idea.

This was the Center of existence, where souls were assigned to bodies, where new realities were spun like sugar, where the mechanics of belief, thought, and dreams and parallel worlds were manufactured before being sent into the waking world.

And now, for the first time in eternity, a living human had entered the fish.

But why?

The answer lay somewhere within the vast, surreal corridors of the Belly of Creation.

Chapter 3: Meanwhile, Outside the Fish…The world in chaos.

Outside, the world still debated whether to destroy the fish—or worship it.

What do you do if something itches you just by being an unusual existence? What do you do with situations that you cannot force into a category or label it?

The German Chancellor, the president of Finland and the Premier of Canada as well as a group of sweating military officials sat in a conference room, glaring at a video feed of the fish.

A scientist slammed a fist on the table. “It’s an anomaly! We must know what it is! ”

A general nodded grimly. “We have missiles locked on target. We must act before it acts on us!”

A lone journalist, Jasper Quinn, burst into the room, waving his tablet. “You can’t just destroy it!” he yelled. “What if it’s intelligent? What if it’s here for a reason? You will agree, it is not a normal fish”

The President rubbed their temples. “Mr. Quinn, it’s a fish. We’re not negotiating with seafood.”

Jasper shook his head. “Then explain this—” He played a recording from inside the fish.

It was Elara’s voice.

And she was talking to Shakespeare and Einstein. They didn´t realize it right away, just when they brought in literature and language scholars as well as voice experts they found out it must have been Shakespeare´s or Einsteins voice or someone remarkably imitating it.

How was this even possible ? They figured it was a good fake.

Chapter 4: Meanwhile, inside the fish:

The "15 stations"

Elara grabbed Shakespeare by the ruffled collar. “Listen to me. The world is going to destroy this fish or remove it. You don´t know how humans can be when they are scared. If you don’t rewrite reality, everything in here—this world, you, all of it—will be gone. Or am I wrong?” Einstein and Shakespeare started to discuss what could be done. They agreed.

Then Michael Jackson came by and joined the conversation. We need some time in this council. Why don´t you take a walk? Hermes is going to show you everything. We need to get the female.

Elara was confused "This matter is urgent, don´t you care ?" Einstein and some others who heard Elara laughed out loud. "Elara, there is no such thing as time and urgency. It is all about intention, the right moment and lots of love. Don´t you rush, don´t force. Hermes flew in front of Elara and proposed a tour through some certain parts of the fish. "If I showed you the complete fish , it would take a while and if you returned "home" , 290 years would have passed. I guess you still want to return to your friends, family and your beautiful apartment, correct? I am just showing you some stations that concern earth": 15 stations

Station 1: The Workshop of Thoughts

Station 2: The Archive of Emotions

Station 3: The Animal Academy

Station 4: The Grand Theater Square

Station 5: The Birth Meadow

 Station 6. The Halfway Home – Where the Comatose Reside

Station 7. The Nursery of the Unborn

Station 8 The Realm of Dreamers

Station 9. The Fairy Tale Quarter

Station 10. The Cemetery of Dead Nations

Station 11. The Sanctuary of Mythical Beasts

Station 12. The Elemental Gathering

Station 13. The Sacred Crossroads

Station 14. The Teddy Bear Soul Factory

Station 15. The House of Coincidence

Station 1: The Workshop of Thoughts

Birth Place of all ideas.

Here, new ideas were born. A vast hall filled with floating spheres, each one a new invention, a new thought, a new inspiration for a being somewhere in the universe. Einstein often stood here, conversing with Da Vinci as they blew new ideas into the spheres.

Station 2: The Archive of Emotions

A gigantic, shimmering lake. Every drop in it was a feeling. Whoever placed their hand inside could experience an emotion that someone, somewhere on a planet, was living through at that very moment. Some were beautiful, others filled with pain. But here, one learned that they were all important

Station 3: The Animal Academy

Here, animals learned how to communicate with other beings. Dolphins taught languages, cats instructed in meditation, and elephants gave lectures on the memory of the universe. Some humans were allowed to listen—if they were ready.

Station 4: The Grand Theater Square

Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, Toni Morrison , Gloria Naylor, Marie Curie, Frau Benz, Mark Twain, Rainer Maria Rilke, Seneca, Ovid, and a few extraterrestrials mainly from the Pleiades gathered here to perform the latest dramas and comedies. The audience included gods, animals, and time travelers. Einstein often sat in the front row, laughing until he cried.

Station 5: The Birth Meadow

This was where new souls were created. Angels and mythical creatures shaped them from light and sound, and sometimes, they rolled away still sparkling—straight onto a planet, ready to begin a new life.

While Hermes showed her many more stations the Council was still discussing till late at night. In the morning the "females" joined.

Station 6. The Halfway Home – Where the Comatose Reside

Here, hospital beds that looked like cotton candy float gently through the air, guided by angels and half-asleep dream doctors. The patients exist between worlds—half here, half elsewhere. Conversations they sense: they answer questions before you ask them and laugh at jokes from the future.

Hermes leans in and warns, "If you stay too long, you'll start experiencing déjà vus before they even happen."

Sometimes they bring the Comatose residents outside

Station 7. The Nursery of the Unborn

Soap bubbles drift through the air, each containing an unborn soul—children who left too soon or never fully arrived. A soft wind carries lullabies that were never sung, and in the distance, a music box plays a tune with no beginning and no end.

An old woman with silver eyes cradles a cloud in her arms. "They are not gone," she whispers. "They are simply waiting for a new door."

Station 8 The Realm of Dreamers

Cocoons of glowing light float around, each containing a sleeping person whose dreams are projected onto the sky. Wild adventures, missed chances, secret desires—an endless tapestry of life unlived.

A man named Harold has been dreaming for 400 years about ruling a banana republic. "Please wake me up when it’s my turn," he mutters in his sleep.

Station 9. The Fairy Tale Quarter

Frau Holle shakes feather pillows from a skyscraper window, while Santa Claus grumbles about traffic jams in the sky. The Christkind is giving a TED Talk on the meaning of innocence, and the Tooth Fairy has new tricks.

"Want some Seven League Boots? Special offer: Buy one, get one for free ;)

Station 10. The Cemetery of Dead Nations

Ancient flags wave over silent lands. The Roman Empire stands next to the ashes of the Soviet Union, while the DDR and the Kingdom of Prussia share a nostalgic drink. Atlantis holds a support group meeting, still dealing with its water damage.

A sign reads: "Welcome to the Union of the Forgotten. Our currency is nostalgia.We don't usethe real flags just our memoried nostalgia"

Station 11. The Sanctuary of Mythical Beasts

A phoenix lights up the twilight sky while unicorns graze on shimmering clouds. Dragons play chess with sphinxes, and a griffin runs a small café called "Wings & Whispers."

Hermes orders an espresso.

The green meadows where not real, bit the mythological figures love earthlike surroundings, so they faked some meadows.

Station 12. The Elemental Gathering

Here, fire dances with the wind, and rivers flow upwards into the sky. Raindrops whisper forgotten secrets, and mountains hum in deep voices.

Station 13. The Sacred Crossroads

This is where divine realms collide. Olympus towers above a golden landscape, while the Land of Milk and Honey spills endless rivers of sweetness. The Holy Trinity debates metaphysics with Buddhist monks, while the Atheists’ Corner is… just an empty void labeled "The Nothing."

Station 14. The Teddy Bear Soul Factory

Soft, fluffy clouds float in cozy assembly lines. Every teddy bear ever created stands here, waiting for their soul to be assigned. Some are eager. Others look terrified.

A large bear supervisor shouts, "Next! Who's ready to be a lifelong childhood companion?"

Station 15. The House of Coincidence

At the end of the journey stands an odd little cottage. Here live Mr. Chance and Lady Serendipity, along with their mischievous children: Coincidence, Destiny, Creativity and Chaos.

Hermes smirks. "And that’s how the universe works related to planet earth. There are many more stations , but I can see you want to head back ro the Council.

Chapter 5: The Rewrite of Reality

Inside the Fish: The Case for a Rewrite

Elara stood in the middle of some of the greatest minds and mythological beings ever known—Shakespeare, Einstein, Hermes, Buddha, a fox-headed scientist, Berta Benz , Kleopatra, Gloria Naylor , and a golden owl who seemed to know everything.

Shakespeare and Einstein are still discussing. Meanwhile all others came by Michael Jackson, Jesus, the goddess of love, the Phoenix and many more.

It was a meeting of whois who of mankind and also many more creatures that seem to be the heros of other planets.

Einstein scratched his beard. “And you propose… what? That we intervene in the linear progression of time and rebooting all systems for a possible Impossible? Verschränkungen ohne Ende.”

Hermes grinned. “Ooooh, I love interfering with the mortals and time and space.”

Buddha sighed. “It is not interference. It is… guidance.”

The golden owl blinked. “But how do you wish to rewrite the story?”

Elara thought fast.

“Make them know,” she said. “Make the whole world understand what’s inside this fish. Make them see what I see.”

Shakespeare’s eyes lit up. “A grand revelation! A dramatic twist! I love it!”

Einstein scribbled a formula in the air, and suddenly, the walls of the fish became translucent.

Chapter 6: The Revelation - the glass fish

The entire world gasped as the fish’s body became like glass.

For the first time, humanity saw what was inside—the Architects of Reality, the chewing gum landscapes, the rivers of thought, the very fabric of existence itself. By seeing this truth they recognized themselves.

The scientists fell to their knees. The generals dropped their weapons. The journalist Jasper Quinn live-streamed the whole thing, and within minutes, the entire world was watching.

And then, the golden owl spoke directly into the minds of humanity.

“This is where your thoughts come from. This is where your stories are written. You have always been part of something bigger. This is where your dreams are formed. Destroy this fish, and you destroy yourselves.”

Silence.

And then, slowly, the missiles were disarmed.

The fish let out a deep, echoing hum of gratitude.

Out of the silence Elara started to sing. Others in the fish and outside the fish tuned in. This was the most divine ohm the universe had witnessed and it was noticed everywhere in space.

Chapter 7:

The Journalist, the Time Traveler & the Fish Cult

Jasper Quinn became a legend for broadcasting the greatest revelation in history.

A rogue time traveler, known only as Milo-23, claimed he had seen this event before, but in a different timeline where the fish was destroyed. He dedicated his life to making sure history never repeated that mistake.

And, inevitably, a group of devoted followers started the Church of the Cosmic Fish, claiming that one day, the great being would return and swallow them into paradise.

As for Elara…

No one knew where she had gone.

Some say she became part of the Architects of Reality, writing new worlds into existence.

Others believe she became a traveler herself, slipping between universes, ensuring that stories, once forgotten, were never truly lost.

All that remained was a single, golden feather floating down from the sky.

And the world was never the same again.

Chapter 8: The Last Breath of the Old World

This was the Cosmic Event of 2042: It was the year 2042, and the world was on the brink of collapse. The weight of 2000 years of war had left the planet exhausted—wars, greed, power struggles. The old systems were crumbling, but no one knew what would replace them , That is when the fish had showed up. Since this year the world had never been the same. Now 10 years later 2052, something strange happened.

The fish returned.

It did not land this time. Instead, it hovered in the sky, a massive, shimmering entity stretching across continents, its underbelly glowing with golden symbols.

And then, it spoke—not with words, but with a wave of energy that rippled through every being on Earth.

The message was felt rather than heard:

"Enough. For good"

And with that single word, a great shift began.

The city beneath it remained in shadow. Streetlights had to be turned on earlier just like 10 years before, and people could barely see the sun. Yet instead of fear, something else spread: transformation.

For from the fish came not only darkness—but a strange wave of change that awakened something long forgotten in people's hearts: care, mindfulness, and a deep connection to all living things.

At first, it was the dogs.

No one knew why it happened, but suddenly, dogs seemed to hold new significance in society. They began guiding humans—not the other way around. They brought lost animals together, barked at doors behind which a lonely kitten sat, and led people into forests where wounded deer needed help.

People started leaving small gifts for birds outside their windows—tiny twigs, feathers, soft scraps of fabric they could use to build nests.

No one had told them to do it. They just did.

Children laughed as they threw themselves into piles of leaves, and squirrels jumped to them, taking nuts from their hands. Meat-eaters lost interest in meat overnight—without pressure, without lectures. It simply wasn’t necessary anymore.

Humans were no longer rulers.

They were guardians.

Chapter 9: The Council of Love Begins

The Message Felt

The world stood still.

In the heart of every city, in the midst of forests and deserts, across oceans and mountains, every soul on Earth felt the same pulse—a vibration so deep, it resonated in their bones. It wasn't just in the air. It was in the very fabric of their being.

"Enough. For good."

The message was not a command. It was a release—a cosmic exhale, the letting go of something ancient, something heavy. The weight of millennia of strife, greed, and destruction lifted in an instant. For a moment, the world was suspended in time, as if held in a collective breath.

Barbalala arrived as the first non-human, non-physical leader of Earth, not to rule, but to guide the transformation of the planet into its next era: 2000 years of Love and Matriarchy where no life was harmed.

Governments dissolved overnight. Not by force, but by realization.

The old leaders, many of them hardened by power, simply looked into the golden light of the Fish and saw what they had forgotten:

Love. Empathy. The warmth of a world not ruled, but nurtured.

And so, the Great Council of Love was formed.

• Barbalala, the Voice of Cosmic Balance.

• The Grandmother Collective, a rotating circle of the wisest elders from all cultures

• The Animal Council, including representatives from the Dolphin Emissaries, the Owl Oracles, and the Elephant Memory Keepers

• The time travelors, historians and scientists

• The Children’s Tribunal, ensuring that every decision considered the next seven generations

• The Artists' Syndicate, because beauty and imagination were now essential to leadership

• Time-traveling historian Milo-23 was tasked with ensuring that the old mistakes were never repeated.

Jasper Quinn, the journalist who had revealed the Fish’s existence, became the first-ever Truth Keeper, ensuring that history remained unaltered and transparent.

And Elara?

She was never seen again.

But some whispered that she had joined the Architects of Reality, ensuring that love and balance remained at the heart of all existence.

A World Transformed

Under this new leadership, Earth flourished:

Borders became obsolete—people traveled freely, sharing knowledge and kindness instead of fighting over imaginary lines.

War was no longer possible—not because of laws, but because no one had the will to harm another.

Time itself softened—people lived in harmony with natural rhythms, no longer slaves to clocks and schedules.

Animals and plants were given rights—no longer resources to be used, but fellow beings to be honored.

The Great Healing began—people who had suffered under oppression, trauma, and hardship found new ways to release, rebuild, and reconnect.

The next 2000 years were filled with creation, joy, and the unfolding of possibilities beyond what humanity had ever imagined.

And the Fish?

It remained in the sky, watching over Earth like a cosmic guardian, ensuring that love, wisdom, and playfulness would always guide the planet. He changed into a golden Fish.

And beneath it, a new world blossomed.

The world of the Guardians.

The world of Love.

The world that was always possible.

The New Balance

When people realized that the fish wasn't just a threat but a reminder of what truly matters, the world began to change.

People made sure that the fish was always remembered even if it vanished one day again, so they placed a statue in New York as well as 2 statues in Stuttgart where the fish had showed up.

Chapter 10

Chapter: Messages from the Fish

Stuttgart may not be the first place one associates with mystical encounters, but in the quiet ripples of the Neckar, something extraordinary happens. And now, after Stuttgart has become famous for the gigantic fish, nobody doubts anymore that Stuttgart is the place to be.

Whenever the fish wishes to communicate, it moves through the fabric of time, bending moments so that numbers align perfectly on your clock. 11:11. 10:10. 19:19. These are not mere coincidences. These are invitations.

Perhaps you glance at your watch absentmindedly and notice the numbers mirroring each other. Perhaps you find a feather resting on your doorstep, impossibly placed, as if a message carried by the wind. These are the whispers of the fish’s consciousness, gently nudging at your awareness, urging you to listen. It doesn´t show up when you are chasing, searching. It only happens when everything happens coincidental. All you need to do is to observe with awareness so that you don´t miss it.

The fish is ancient. It has swum through the undercurrents of time, absorbing wisdom that no human mind could grasp alone. It chooses those who are attuned to the unseen, those who look beyond the ordinary and understand that reality is more fluid than it appears.

When you see these numbers, pause. Listen—not with your ears, but with your intuition. What were you thinking at that very moment? What emotions ran through your veins? The fish does not communicate without purpose. Its messages arrive precisely when they are needed. A confirmation, a warning, a call to action.

If you dare to respond, you must do so in kind. The fish hears in vibrations, in the soft frequency of intent. A question, a wish, an acknowledgment—each will be received. And sometimes, in the following days, you will find an answer in the form of another sign, another alignment of the universe.

This is not madness, nor is it magic in the way humans understand. It is a language older than words, a connection deeper than speech. The fish in Stuttgart is waiting.

Are you ready to listen?

Epilogue: The Whisper of the Future

One night, in the year 4025, a young girl stood under the shimmering sky, looking up at the ancient, hovering Fish, now covered in golden vines of light.

She whispered, "What comes next?"

And from the sky, the answer came, not in words, but in a feeling—an invitation to dream, to explore, to create.

Because the story was never over.

The story had been there , always.

I always wanted to...

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