4/02/22. I love how this one starts off like the beginning of a spooky story. If anyone wants to finish where it left off, I'd love to read it!
Edition : #1
Pens used: 0.5mm, 0.3mm, and 0.2mm rOtring isographs
Inks used: Noodler's Apache Sunset, Akhmatova Green, and Heart of Darkness
Total movement distance: 2059.7113 ft
Time to plot: 7hr, 15min
Number of blades: 209
Number of segments per blade: 344
Sun Size: 8.2804 inches
Start Shape Size: 0.2298 inches
Longest blade: 7.7403 inches
Biggest Sway: 2.8533 inches
Blade Mode: cubic_out, (29.12% likely)
Sway Mode: linear, (50.0% likely)
Wind Roll: 33.3415, (95.0% likely)
Blade Construction: (96.0% likely)
Portrait Roll: 85.9008, (99.0% likely)
The Statistical Unlikelihood of this plot: 13.14593280%
"Come with me! I want to show you something."
He led her into an alcove off to the left, not far from the entranceway, and from there he lifted a wooden door. The hinges squeaked as he lifted it. The door gave a loud creak, and then a dark-shadowed figure appeared. It was quite old, it was wrapped in a heavy woolen blanket, it was clothed in a tattered, dirty black cloak. The figure stepped forward, its face as smooth and unornamented as a stone.
"It is I," said a voice so deep it sounded as if the voice had been carved rather than spoken.
The girl looked around, then back at her guide. "Who are you?"
"I am called the Old Man," said the figure, the voice itself almost as ancient and ineffably deep as the face. "You may call me Master."