A piece for Vexat1ous

Lazarus, detaching, watching himself while he performs in the circus. Amidst the fake smiles and the cheering crowds...none of it seems real. That's why the curtain and the silhouette are almost too simple, like they were cut from construction paper and layered to make a scene. He watches through a dark, gritty lens, unable to flee from his fate...the puppet...tied by the cruel red strings of fate hold him in place. Ready to move him at a will not his own.