Whispers In the Pines
Quiet Sky
The van hums along a narrow mountain road. The windows are fogged.
Yoon
(headphones in) scrolls through his sampler app — muted sounds of wind and distant whispers blend into his beat.
Rin
Stares out the window, notebook on his lap.
Min
Hums softly, lost in a melody.
Vixy
Films the passing pines through his camera — grainy, nostalgic footage.
jak
(playful)
We finally escaped the city.
jinho
(smiling faintly)
Yeah… but where exactly are we going?
Rin
Somewhere no one can find us for a while. That’s the point.
Hael
(adjusting his camera)
Let’s film everything. I want to remember how silence sounds.
Camera: handheld — shifts from bright sky to thick forest. The sunlight dims abruptly as they pass under the canopy.
A rustic wooden lodge stands at the edge of the valley.
Pines tower around it like guardians — tall, unmoving, endless.
Caretaker (old man, emotionless)
The forest keeps sound well. You’ll find it peaceful here.
(pauses)
Just… don’t go too deep after dark.
jak
Laughs, brushes it off.
Caretaker
The wind remembers.
He walks away before anyone can respond.
They settle in.
Rim sets up lyric notebooks on the table.
Yoon unpacks his laptop and interface.
MIN and Vixy open the curtains — the forest presses close to the glass.
MONTAGE (set to “Quiet Sky”)
hael tunes a guitar by the window.
min writes lyrics in candlelight.
yoon layers a piano line that sounds almost human — a sigh between chords.
The forest sways in slow rhythm outside.
Camera pans upward — the ceiling beams creak faintly, like breath.
Hael steps out with his camera.
He records the wind in the trees — faint whispers rise with the breeze.
He freezes.
Playback shows his own voice humming softly in the distance.
But he hasn’t said a word.
He steps outside — only the faint light from the lodge behind him.
The trees shift slightly, their branches bending toward the sound.
Rim listens. Nothing but the soft rhythm of wind.
Hael
Hyung... did you hear that?
Rim turns. Hael stands behind him, camera still running.
Hael
It sounded like someone singing.
Wide shot of the forest — still, black, endless.
MUSIC VIDEO INTERLUDE: “QUIET SKY”
(Instrumental bridge)
Slow-motion montage —
Mist rolls between the pines.
The lodge windows glow faintly.
The seven members sit in silence, eating dinner, half-smiling, half-tired.
The wind outside carries fragments of sound — laughter, a hum, a whisper repeating faintly:
FADE OUT
Text on screen:
“The forest remembers every voice that sings within it.”
Listen
The forest outside glows pale blue through fog.
Soft piano echoes faintly from the living room — Yoon’s already working.
Yoon
(half to himself)
The wind’s got a rhythm. Just needs a tempo.
Rin
It’s a little haunting, don’t you think?
Yoon
Everything haunts you if you listen long enough.
RECORDING ROOM — AFTERNOON
Hael has turned a guest room into a tiny studio — mic, interface, laptop, and scattered cables.
The window behind him looks out into the forest; pine shadows stretch across the floor like veins.
Hael
(into mic)
Testing, one, two... “When I close my eyes…”
He sings a line — soft, unguarded.
Replays it — the take sounds perfect.
But there’s an extra sound underneath: another voice, whispering the same lyric half a beat late.
He freezes.
Close-up on the audio waveform — double peaks. One his, one something else.
He replays it again — the second voice fades in clearer, almost melodic.
A faint harmony builds, growing more distinct.
Hael
(to himself)
No way...
He looks out the window — the trees sway in unison, as if keeping time.
MUSIC VIDEO SEQUENCE — “LISTEN”
(Ambient beat starts — Hael's vocals overlapping with whispered harmony.)
Camera tracks slowly around him, 360 degrees.
Outside, branches move in rhythm to the song.
The reflection in the window shows him singing with someone else — a blurred silhouette behind him.
Vixy and MIN enter, curious about the sound.
Min
That harmony — who’s that?
Hael
That’s what I’m trying to figure out.
Rim listens to the playback through headphones.
He hears layers of voices — not just one, but many.
Yoon
(frowning)
Except only one mic was on.
The whispering voices continue faintly even when the track stops.
Jak looks around.
jak
Guys, tell me you heard that.
jinho
(quietly)
Maybe the forest liked your song.
Hael stands outside again, headphones on, holding his mic toward the forest.
He records 30 seconds of wind — playback reveals faint human syllables.
He drops the mic, staring into the darkness.
The pines rustle — like applause.
MUSIC VIDEO INTERLUDE — “LISTEN (Reprise)”
(Instrumental echo of the main track)
Visual montage:
The members sit around a table, silent, listening to the wind.
The candles flicker to the rhythm of breathing.
A single pine branch presses against the window glass, tapping three times — perfectly in beat.
voices
Whisper (barely audible):
“We remember your voice.”
The Pinechild
Sunlight pierces the fog, casting long shadows between the pines.
Jinho steps out, sketchbook in hand, hoping to capture the scenery.
The air is crisp, almost too quiet.
A small child appears at the edge of the trees — wearing a cloak made of woven pine needles.
They are pale, expressionless, but their eyes glimmer strangely.
jinho
Hello… are you lost?
The child does not answer. Instead, they hold out a small pinecone wrapped in faded cloth.
jinho
(softly)
What’s this?
The child tilts their head, staring. A faint whispering drifts with the wind:
“It’s yours now.”
The child steps back and vanishes into the mist.
Jinho sits alone at the table, examining the pinecone.
It pulses faintly — almost like it’s breathing.
jinho
(to himself)
Why does it feel… alive?
He sketches the child in his notebook — but when he looks again, the drawing has changed slightly: the child’s eyes now mirror his own.
MUSIC VIDEO SEQUENCE — “BREATHE OF WOOD”
(Soft ethereal track plays — layered vocals, wind instruments, subtle forest sounds.)
Visual montage:
Close-ups of Jinho tracing the pinecone patterns with his fingers.
Mist rolls through the forest; pines sway in time with the melody.
The other members’ reflections appear in the glass behind him, distorted.
FOREST EDGE — EVENING
Jinho ventures a few steps into the trees, drawn by a faint singing voice — the forest hums softly in harmony with the pinecone.
He sees shadows of the other members moving in the mist, but when he calls out, no one responds.
voices
(barely audible):
“Sing with us.”
The air grows heavy; branches sway as if guiding him.
Jinho returns, unnerved, clutching the pinecone.
He places it on the table. Slowly, the other members gather, drawn by a strange magnetism.
Rin
You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
jinho
It’s… not a ghost. Someone — something — gave me this.
They all exchange uneasy glances.
Outside, the forest whispers, repeating Jin’s name softly.
MUSIC VIDEO INTERLUDE — “BREATHE OF WOOD (Reprise)”
Camera pans through the lodge at night, candlelight flickering on faces tense with curiosity and fear.
Mist curls under the doors; shadows move along the walls.
Each member sees faint silhouettes of the pinechild in reflective surfaces, fleeting and blurred.
voices
(echoing):
“The forest remembers… and you belong.”
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