Echoes

We didn't have a script. We just had a location: a frozen lake, three hours from the nearest cell tower. It was -20 degrees. The cameras froze. The batteries died. We had to warm the lenses against our chests just to get the shot. That struggle is what you see on screen. The fog wasn't VFX. The isolation wasn't acting. When he screams into the void, there was genuinely no one there to hear it. It’s a film about the noise we carry inside us, and what happens when the world finally goes quiet enough for us to hear it.