Three years after his wife's death, Sun-seok, Kim Myung-gon takes his wife's ashes out of his closet and sets off to scatter them in her homeland. The road becomes a quiet mirror for his grief as he encounters three women who bear an uncanny resemblance to his late wife: first a nurse, Ms. Choi, Lee Bo-hee; then two prostitutes who resemble her, each appearance stirring memories and a subtle sense of possibility and loss. The journey is less about the destination and more about the way the landscape and the people he meets unlock fragments of his memories, casting familiar moments in a new light and forcing him to confront the reality of his sorrow.
He arrives in Mulchi, a small town where an inn at the edge of town becomes a crossroads of chance and moral choice. A group of hikers invites him to join their games and to spend time with some prostitutes, while the inn owner, seeking help for a terminally ill old man who longs to return to his birthplace, asks Sun-seok for a favor. The old man, unable to speak due to illness, wants to go back to Wolsan one last time. His nurse, Ms. Choi, becomes the key to guiding him, and she and the old man need a man’s help to reach the northern village. The inn owner promises Sun-seok a handsome payment of 100,000 won if he assists with the journey’s final leg, but Sun-seok declines, choosing to cling to his own boundary between healing and exploitation.
As Sun-seok searches for the hikers at a nearby motel, a new encounter unfolds: a woman who looks exactly like his wife is presented to him as a companion for the night. After their night together, she suffers a sudden seizure and dies in the morning. A remorseful yet resigned Sun-seok is urged by a fellow traveler to leave quietly, and he does, returning to the inn only to discover that the nurse and the old man have already departed in a taxicab.
In the next town, another opportunity arises. The inn owner sends a second lookalike, another prostitute who resembles Sun-seok’s wife, and the same fate repeats itself—an intimate morning after, followed by an abrupt, puzzling death. With the snowstorm closing in and buses suspended, Sun-seok turns to a taxicab willing to travel the treacherous route to Wontong at a steep price. He agrees, and his ride becomes a fateful passage, as the two men who have been seeking the old man and Ms. Choi cross paths with him on the road.
The ride culminates in a tense reunion at a small inn where the two men who found the old man and Ms. Choi extract him from his family and force Ms. Choi to sign a contract that she will not reveal the old man’s wish to return home to the press. After the confrontation, Ms. Choi speaks with Sun-seok about how different things might have gone if he had offered his help earlier, a conversation that deepens the sense of missed chances and the fragility of human decisions.
Ms. Choi invites Sun-seok to dinner, and the conversation turns toward their shared sense of belonging and the next steps they might take. In a moment that binds their fates, she mentions the Auraji River and recalls a fortune teller who predicted that by thirty she would meet a man with three coffins behind his back—the fortune intertwined with the idea of a life shared with a partner from a previous era. Their exchange grows intimate, and they end up sleeping together, each drawing closer to the other but also tethered to the unresolved grief that brought Sun-seok on this journey.
The morning of departure finds Sun-seok cradling the rest of his wife’s ashes and releasing them to the winter wind as a quiet act of letting go. Ms. Choi walks with him to the river where a boat will carry him back to Seoul, and she shares more about the old man’s circumstances, even tearing up a photo that holds the last trace of the man’s family back home. As they near the pier, Sun-seok silently proposes a future together—an agreement to buy a house after she visits her hometown, with the plan to reunite in Seoul.
At the edge of the pier, a ritual unfolds. Shamans perform a ceremony as Sun-seok prepares to leave, and Ms. Choi joins in, dancing within the ritual. The moment becomes a surreal, unsettling pivot as Sun-seok looks toward the mountainous horizon and a vast hand appears, growing closer until only the palm is visible. He screams, the cry hanging in the cold air as the screen fades to credits, leaving his fate and the meaning of the journey unsettled, suspended between memory, desire, and the unknown.
