A picnic on the edge of the night, a temporary bivouac for nocturnal stories. Interweaving the research around the gesture of walking and nomadism with the theme of the light inhabitation of public space, in this work DOM- invites the public to a collective exercise of rest and suspension. When night falls, the clocks stop, perception dilates, the landscape emanates indecipherable messages, as languid as the heat rising from the ground while the humidity descends from the sky and the tree trunks. The muslin robes settle on the grass and dark rocks, someone moves away. Nature then reveals itself in its full seductive power, calling the bodies to itself, inviting them to stop and lose themselves, issuing an irresistible call to go further, to cross the threshold between dream and waking. A cry on the edge of an experience from which one does not return – or if one does return, one does not have the words to recount it.