Envision a grotesque marionette, its wooden body cracked and splintered, hanging limply in a dimly lit, decaying attic. The marionette’s face is eerily lifelike, with faded, peeling paint revealing dark, hollow eyes that seem to follow you no matter where you stand. Its mouth is frozen in a twisted grin, with jagged teeth carved into the wood. The strings attached to its limbs are frayed and tangled, stretching up into the darkness where an unseen force pulls them, causing the marionette to jerk and twitch unnaturally. The attic is filled with forgotten relics—dusty old dolls, broken mirrors reflecting distorted images, and cobweb- covered furniture—each adding to the sense of unease. Shadows dance along the walls, moving as if alive, and a faint, haunting melody echoes in the background, growing louder with each twitch of the marionette. The atmosphere is thick with dread, as if the marionette is waiting for the perfect moment to come to life