A highly detailed, artistic scene of a massive, decayed marionette theater where humanity itself is the puppet show. High above, unseen hands manipulate strings attached to countless people below—politicians, workers, soldiers, and citizens—each moving in perfect rhythm, unaware of their lack of control. Their hollow eyes and serene faces mask their obliviousness to the strings that bind them. The stage is grand yet rotting, its paint peeling as the performance continues. In the shadows, a few figures have cut their strings, standing freely but looking lost, uncertain of their own movements. Above, a giant, broken mask looms, cracked and crumbling, revealing only an empty void beneath—hinting that even the puppet masters may be blind to their own illusion of control