I remembered in detail the revelations of the magic creature with the blue-violet eyes, and the emotions of Jade, Opal and Amber overwhelmed me, as if I had experienced them myself. Once again my dream had been interrupted, returning me sorrowfully to my cold, sombre world. I remember that I cried, revolted by the injustice of it: why was my reality so horrifyingly different from my dream? Then, memories chose to rush in, desolate and deceitful beneath their golden glow. This time I was too upset to resist them. They invaded me, glittering with a bitter gaiety. I saw myself: Joa. I recalled how much everyone had admired the exuberant girl I had been. I was rich, pretentious; every girl I met went pale with envy over my clothes. People put up with my whims, treated them as commands I gave to others. Joa’s character was deplorable, but I knew that she was also more sensitive than she allowed herself to appear. I remembered distinctly how others were fascinated by my slightest casual gesture, but also how a few people used to make fun of me.
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