The two versions of Anna would never know one another, neither one had the slightest inkling that her counterpart existed in a strange alternate reality, each moving through diverging timelines that would never meet.

But the connection between them was there, nonetheless...the link that gave them each vivid dreams of a strange, unfamiliar body, dreams from which they would wake up in a cold sweat, or sometimes, as they got older, damp with other fluids.

Neither had any means of making their unusual dreams a reality, but art became an outlet for them both. Almost as soon as either Anna could hold a pencil in hand or mouth, they would each obsessively doodle the visions of the body they longed for. Over the years, their methods became more refined and elaborate, each cultivating a private collection of pictures they dared show no one else...