Master calls... Slave obeys. But this Master has no slaves, as far as I know. This Master is a lonely master; I don't think Master knows anyone... poor Master. Anyway, this non-gender magical Master is something like my muse, my inspiration-source for drawing, as the first one I really liked and cared for. It lives on a star, or in a black hole, or something, and from there, it inspires me. I don't know if the hair is real hair, I'm wondering if it's maybe some sort of energy or magic... And the cloak/body is done quite easy, just because I'm not sure what is really there... And there's a lot of white space there, yes, and weird lines... But, gee, I love my Master.