She is Silva, a goddess of Nature who has fallen oh so far. Her world is a wasteland, devoid of the plants and wildlife that kept her strong. She is dying, forever wounded, forever in turmoil, protecting what little is left.
Silva is the only one of the gods to dare ask the mortals for help, and that's the only reason why she is alive; the cities bear greenhouses- holy life support for a decaying deity.
She was strong once. All powerful, maybe. But those days are long gone, replaced with sorrow and loss, protecting her heart, for if it was to die... mortals may die with her.

18 hours, pen, ink, marker, and digital.

Mature because tit.