What's if nature's victims of humanity’s actions could speak?

A haunting whisper wrapped in poetic stillness, Voices doesn’t raise its tone, but it pierces the heart. By giving trauma a literal mask, Seo asks us to listen in a new way, to feel through silence, to recognize pain when it's no longer human. The choice to avoid realism works brilliantly: these symbolic creatures become stand-ins for every hurt being, every discarded soul. The visual restraint makes each image hit harder, and the performances are intimate and restrained, as if the film itself is grieving. It’s not loud. But it echoes. Deeply. A beautifully executed piece.