There's a quarter of the Big City you can reach only traveling through a series of lakes. Sometimes you'll walk through shallow waters, sometimes you'll have to swim. The water is cold but strangely, not as much as it seems. Everything seem to lose color when you're there.
It's not so important for Zoe, as she's already as grey as fog.
If you try to reach that quarter walking around the lakes, the quarter is not there so you can't avoid doing the long swim.
The reasons why someone should get there are many, and different for everyone.

NOTES: I wanted to do a very slightly colored watercolor, an "almost-black and white". Grey is one of my favorite colors and I think is very calming, if a bit sad. Also, it reflects colors as no other colors do.

When I was a kid I was completely fixated about foxes. I stopped drawing them as I grew up, and I now look back and I think it was one of the many ways I used to conceal myself and what I loved from the world, a concept that other neurodiverse persons will probably find understandable. I'm getting back to draw them after a long time now that I've worked a lot on myself and they seem to drag out lots of very hidden feelings about grieves and the relief of expressing them.