The endless aisle

Mosswick, Mosswick, a small gentle forest creature about 70cm tall, its round body made entirely of real green moss and grey lichen, a wide brown mushroom cap for a head, two shiny black bead eyes and a tiny serious mouth, little twig arms and stubby root feet, rendered as a photoreal practical creature. Riding a tiny bicycle down the middle aisle of an ordinary corner store whose shelves continue impossibly into an endless vanishing point, bright snack packaging with no readable brands, fluorescent tubes receding forever. Mosswick pedals furiously down the endless aisle, snacks flying off the shelves in its wake; the camera chases low on an FPV line behind the bike, overtakes it, spins around to face it head-on as Mosswick ducks under a falling box and keeps pedalling.