One night. On the deserted ski slopes, the nocturnal outing of the snow-grooming machines is being prepared. Twenty-five-year-old Antoine meets up with his team. Right in the middle of the world the hypnotic ballet of the machines, which tirelessly shape the landscape, begins. The mountain rumbles suddenly. Immobilized in the night, Antoine begins a journey in the interval where the myths of a mountain, both feared and venerated, are embodied.
In the early morning fog, on a snowy road, a shock on the hood of Macha’s car : this is Mo, her 17-year-old son, with whom she broke all ties. Through mountains, the son takes his mother for their last journey together. Today, Mo will join mountain infantrymen, elite soldiers in the French military.
Sitting on the edge of the yawning rift, she has waited too long, far too long, for the mountain to give her back her lover, trapped in the ice.
