Ciclista contra montículo de crema batida

Create a storyboard without text: Wide, static shot in the style of a quiet, handcrafted indie film. The setting is unchanged: a vast, gray cement floor stretching into a deep black void. At the center of the frame sits a large, conical mound of whipped cream - glossy, bright white, dense and airy, perfectly shaped like a minimalist sculpture. The space is silent, the atmosphere still. Then, from the far left, a professional track cyclist enters the frame at high speed, hunched low over aerodynamic handlebars, wearing a skin-tight racing suit and helmet. The bike is sleek, stripped-down, designed for velocity. Without hesitation or deviation, the cyclist slams directly into the whipped cream mountain. The impact is sudden and absurd: the bike and rider pierce the cream like a missile. Foam erupts around them in chaotic splashes, fragments flying high into the air and across the concrete. The cyclist continues moving, partially visible as they emerge through the collapsing mound, coated in cream, and exit the frame on the right, never slowing down. The only sound is the whirring of wheels, the dense, wet slap of impact, and the soft splatter of foam against the floor. The camera remains completely still. The scene is surreal, tactile, and deadpan - like a precision stunt executed in a world with no purpose beyond motion and mess.