An attempt to clear ordinary spaces in the forest, which is both profoundly strange and “not yet familiar”: it is everything that foreshadows, like a technical premonition, the metamorphoses of the materials that organize it, from the crown of leaves woven by children to the branch habitat and boats. In a way: the horizon. The journey through these few spaces borrows from fairy tales its modes of circulation and, above all, its airlocks and passages.