Do you ever feel like someone is moving us?

15-second continuous single-shot. No cuts. No scene transitions. Style: melancholic claymation animation, handcrafted stop-motion aesthetic, Tim Burton-inspired character design, soft cinematic depth of field, textured plasticine surfaces, exaggerated facial expressions, moody theatrical lighting, cozy surreal atmosphere, subtle emotional comedy. 0–3s — Strange little town. Wide shot of a quiet miniature clay town at dusk. Tiny crooked houses lean slightly sideways under warm streetlights. Four anxious clay characters stand awkwardly in the middle of the street: a nervous man with oversized glasses, a pale gothic figure in a black suit, a worried red-haired office worker, and a skinny orange-haired man with enormous eyes. Everything feels handmade: fingerprints visible in the clay, fabric textures, tiny imperfections everywhere. A distant accordion plays softly. 3–6s — Tiny nervous movements. The camera slowly pushes toward the group. The red-haired man nervously blinks several times. The gothic figure slowly raises one trembling hand as if trying to explain something. The glasses-wearing man adjusts his crooked tie while looking around anxiously. Streetlights flicker softly. A tiny clay leaf tumbles across the street. 6–9s — The realization. The orange-haired character suddenly notices something above them. All four slowly look upward in unison. Their oversized eyes widen dramatically. The camera tilts upward slightly but never fully reveals what they are seeing. A strange mechanical humming fills the air. One distant window turns on by itself. 9–12s — The world shifts. Subtle stop-motion distortions begin affecting the environment: walls bend slightly, streetlights wobble, windows slide a few centimeters out of place as if the town itself is nervous. The gothic figure whispers softly: “Do you ever feel like someone is moving us?” The others freeze in terrified silence. 12–15s — Handmade nightmare. The camera slowly pulls backward. Gigantic human fingers briefly appear far above the miniature town, slightly out of focus, adjusting one rooftop like a stop-motion animator between frames. The characters stare upward in existential horror. Final frame: everything suddenly freezes perfectly still like abandoned puppets on a stop-motion set while the warm streetlights continue flickering softly in the darkness.