Each stroke begins as a single strand of red thread, drawn through the eye of a needle like a whisper from an older world. The Chinese characters form slowly, stitched rather than written, each line pulled taut with the patience of Egyptian needleworkers who, centuries ago, wove stories into cloth beneath the desert sun.

Together, the stitched characters honor both traditions:
The precision of mahjong’s ancient script and the devotion of needlepoint’s earliest makers — a fusion of language, lineage, and the thread that binds our stories.

At the base, the character for “saint” stands anchored like a blessing — a quiet meeting place between cultures, where the geometry of symbols meets the sacred craft of the hand.