Unknown to the time and tidings of the events taking place outside the bounds and concealed realm of the island, Remirg enjoyed a good night's sleep, albeit a dreamless sleep.
Mark Eisner "breathed" deeply, his astral existence pulsating a smooth purple. The purple which it had always been.
He had an illusory aura around him as he "spectated" the events, arranging them according to their respective order of occurrence. Somehow, his astral existence seemed to be able to "spectate" the world, allowing him to perceive it better, being easily able to recognize certain coincidences and aberrations.
Joining the tips of his fingers, he solemnly hummed a tune... a tune which didn't belong to the world he was residing in.
As he completed the distant humming, he solemnly proclaimed in an ethereal voice,
"Let's put a mark in the near future."....
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