I saw this moving picture of me standing face to face with a man, and neither of us were wearing anything above the waist. We had nearly matching symbols that look like a tattoo on our ribs, mirroring each other. I didn’t look like me; we were dark skinned, and we had dark hair.
It was a fairly ornate symbol, nearly the size of our hand (his was slightly larger) and there was a script around it that I couldn’t read but I knew what it meant. Mine meant something close to “Formed from him by God,” and his said, “From me God formed her.”