The goddess of the Underworld. Everything around her, ever since she was doomed to reside in the Underworld, is considered deadly. Monir has decided to paint a goddess surrounded by hatred and demise, and I matched this by the eternal sleep of poppies.
This takes me back to old memories I have, of years wasted in the fear of this unknown world, prevailing on all of us, at a certain point. To me, time is an illusion, and death is only a transcendence into another dimension of our soul.