64XY had been painting all day, one of his favourite past times. He stepped back from his artwork, utterly confused at what he’d created.
Sensing a disturbance within his brother, 626XY came over to him, his face showing the same expression of bewilderment.
“Who is that?” He asked as he looked at the painting, but his lips remained still.
164XY continued to stare at his creation, his grey-blue eyes tracing the colours and shapes on the canvas. “I do not know…I just…painted.”
626XY’s green eyes scanned the portrait in the exact way as his twin did. When the brothers interlocked minds they commonly expressed the same body language and expressions. “It’s not one of the Caregivers or…”
“…the girl from our dreams…” 164XY finished off his sentence.