I've been on some train of obscenities recently, excuse not on that one. Regardless, I like how the dreaming-world clashes with his (Vartan's) reality and forms a temporary reality to send him a warning. What that exact warning is, well we'll never get to see his Will to understand his big rush to make a Will. Withal, the usage of family members (in this petite-bourgeois mannerism) compliments well the beginning while still following the dreaming-world and how it eventually mastered Vartan as Vartan mastered it. To the point where he can't see his father but a skull pleading with him while mocking him on the things he knew but choose not to believe in.
Also, the repetition of gripping the jade discs, that ain't flying under my radar! Albeit Jade is more of that mystical element that has way too many cultural bells-and-whistles, it does find itself as one of those "luxurious" stones here that the author clings unto harder than his life and treats more valuable than the Global North's love for Diamonds. Regardless, in spite of being in a petite-bourgeois family, the calls for familial unity is genuine despite being ripped apart and slowly reformed into a mere economical bourgeois expressions. As seen with the "loans" with his brothers and sisters and, to paraphrase, "enjoying one's wealth that one would drink it away" as hinted at by the father (note the mother's dead, I won't comment further). They all want affection and recognition from a renown merchant, their means to it is very much influenced by the universal commodity, money, and they know better to ask in person than in letter.
Green jade is one of my most loved minerals.