In the gentle hush of dawn, when the world rests, Young-ok, an old woman, drifts through quiet streets. She drives others’ cars home, seeking a friendly voice.

To calm her lonely heart, she wanders the night. But harsh words and silent glances greet her, her quiet voice slipping into the dark.

Under a soft yellow glow, Young-ok keeps on driving, through a dawn that lingers, unanchored.