A skeletal puppeteer sits slumped on a stool, tangled in strings amidst broken marionettes in a dark, gothic theatre, under a spotlight.

A decaying marionette theatre shrouded in darkness. At center stage sits a skeletal puppeteer, slumped on a wooden stool, tangled in his own strings. Tattered fabric clings to his bones. Around him hang broken marionettes, their limbs limp and faces cracked — except one puppet, which has turned its head toward the viewer, one glass eye glinting in the dim light. A single overhead spotlight cuts through the gloom, illuminating bone and string while the rest of the stage sinks into black shadow. The strings vanish upward into darkness. The mood is gothic, tragic, and unsettling — a final performance long after death. See more