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Slowly the memories began to come back and,
for each of them, a smile was born. She was not an inhabitant of
this world. It had happened a long time ago when Trill discovered
her on Earth, guarding her until the right time had come for her to
take the difficult path to obtain the first generation and,
consequently, the entrance to the new world.
In her journey she also met Jill and Martina—inhabitants of that world. She had helped them to reach the first generation.
When she had returned from her journey, she had begun a new life as a child—a new daughter of this world; people had welcomed her as a particular and precious fruit—an announcement of a different future.
Marì felt watched and spied while, discreetly, each of the inhabitants helped her get used to the new customs.
But what made her feel like a real resident was her friendship with Martina and Jill. From that moment they had become inseparable friends playing and increasing their skills in building with fantasy. So she had spent the first generation—her childhood.
Every learning of habits became a game, at the end of which, without realizing it, she acquired the necessary familiarity to live among people so different. In the thousand games, built by her friends, they created imaginary worlds, scenarios and lives to be born and grow; new planets that, one day, they promised themselves to visit.
In her journey she also met Jill and Martina—inhabitants of that world. She had helped them to reach the first generation.
When she had returned from her journey, she had begun a new life as a child—a new daughter of this world; people had welcomed her as a particular and precious fruit—an announcement of a different future.
Marì felt watched and spied while, discreetly, each of the inhabitants helped her get used to the new customs.
But what made her feel like a real resident was her friendship with Martina and Jill. From that moment they had become inseparable friends playing and increasing their skills in building with fantasy. So she had spent the first generation—her childhood.
Every learning of habits became a game, at the end of which, without realizing it, she acquired the necessary familiarity to live among people so different. In the thousand games, built by her friends, they created imaginary worlds, scenarios and lives to be born and grow; new planets that, one day, they promised themselves to visit.
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