Technical specifications / Especificaciones tecnicas

Pitch

Stop Motion fantasy short film with a strong environmental exploration of identity, loneliness, and time.

Stop Motion fantasy short film with a strong environmental exploration of identity, loneliness, and time.

Storyline

An ancient spirit wanders among the lost pieces of memory in search of traces that allow it to reconnect with spirits and a forest that has long since ceased to exist.

An ancient spirit wanders among the lost pieces of memory in search of traces that allow it to reconnect with spirits and a forest that has long since ceased to exist.

Short Sinpsis / Sinopsis corta

In the fractured heart of a dying forest, under a pale and distant light, Baba moves through the cracks between the trees. At first, it is indistinguishable from the ruins, its form a part of the ash and rubble. But as it shifts, its figure separates from the background, slow and deliberate, revealing itself. Baba searches, touching the earth, the brittle bark, the cold remains of what once was. It listens intently, its presence heavy with longing. Shadows flicker between the trees, whispers echo in the stillness. Occasionally, these shadows reveal something more—a memory, a sound, a fragment of spirit lingering in the wreckage of time. Each encounter leaves Baba with only remnants: ashes in its hands, pieces of masks that belonged to the others. It opens its chest—a hollow cavern lined with the keepsakes of loss—and places the masks inside, alongside the remains of countless forgotten beings. For a moment, Baba is still, weighed down by what it carries. Then, it moves forward, its steps slow and sorrowful. Around it, the forest collapses further, splintering into coal, dirt, and dust. The world disintegrates piece by piece until only ash remains, and Baba walks on, alone, into the void.

En el corazón fracturado de un bosque moribundo, bajo una luz pálida y distante, Baba se mueve entre las grietas de los árboles. Al principio, es indistinguible de las ruinas, su figura se funde con la ceniza y los escombros. Pero, a medida que avanza, su forma se separa del fondo, lenta y deliberadamente, revelándose. Baba busca, tocando la tierra, la corteza quebrada, los fríos restos de lo que alguna vez fue. Escucha atentamente, su presencia cargada de anhelo. Sombras parpadean entre los árboles, susurros resuenan en el silencio. De vez en cuando, estas sombras revelan algo más: un recuerdo, un sonido, un fragmento de espíritu que persiste en los escombros del tiempo. Cada encuentro deja a Baba solo con restos: ceniza en sus manos, pedazos de máscaras que pertenecieron a otros. Abre su pecho, una cavidad vacía llena de los vestigios de lo perdido, y coloca las máscaras dentro, junto a los restos de incontables seres olvidados. Por un momento, Baba permanece inmóvil, cargado por lo que lleva dentro. Luego, avanza de nuevo, sus pasos lentos y llenos de tristeza. A su alrededor, el bosque se derrumba aún más, astillándose en carbón, tierra y polvo. El mundo se desintegra pieza por pieza hasta que solo queda ceniza, y Baba sigue caminando, solo, hacia el vacío.

Directors’ Statement / Intención de less directores

We have always been drawn to stories about monsters for the profound sympathy they evoke. Monsters embody the experience of being seen as “other,” the relentless pain of rejection, and the resilience it takes to navigate a world that doesn’t understand them. Our work is rooted in themes of trauma, isolation, and transformation. The story of “Whisper’s Pilgrimage” (La Peregrinación de los Susurros) emerges from a space of profound discomfort—a fire that both consumes and reveals, leaving behind ashes of clarity and the possibility of renewal. La Maga’s journey mirrors the struggle of facing forces beyond comprehension, where the environment traps, overwhelms and reshapes her. She is both the victim of these forces and the only one capable of her own transformation, navigating a labyrinth of pain, memory, and disconnection.

We are captivated by narratives that occupy the margins—stories that disturb the familiar and force us to confront the unseen and the uncomfortable. In these liminal spaces, where identity and reality fracture, there is a strange solace. These spaces resonate with our own experiences of disconnection and belonging, reflecting the tension between what society demands and what we are.

Such environments are suffocating, disorienting, and full of pressure, yet they also reveal cracks and paths for endurance and transformation. From this discomfort, which feels both alien and familiar, we draw images, emotions, and stories. These are the places where we find ourselves repeatedly returning, to escape and to rediscover.

We are compelled by stories defined by crisis, fear, and the chaos of losing control. Through these narratives, we explore our relationship with the world, our identities, and the ways we seek to belong despite everything that stands in the way.

We have always been drawn to stories about monsters for the profound sympathy they evoke. Monsters embody the experience of being seen as “other,” the relentless pain of rejection, and the resilience it takes to navigate a world that doesn’t understand them. Our work is rooted in themes of trauma, isolation, and transformation. The story of “Whisper’s Pilgrimage” (La Peregrinación de los Susurros) emerges from a space of profound discomfort—a fire that both consumes and reveals, leaving behind ashes of clarity and the possibility of renewal. La Maga’s journey mirrors the struggle of facing forces beyond comprehension, where the environment traps, overwhelms and reshapes her. She is both the victim of these forces and the only one capable of her own transformation, navigating a labyrinth of pain, memory, and disconnection.