"Those are for things," Maya replied softly. "I need this to be for a 'New Beginning.'"

Maya ran her thumb over the debossed letters. It wasn't just a voucher for a local spa or a boutique; it was a physical manifestation of her belief in her sister’s future. It was a contract between two souls, printed on 300gsm paper.

"Most people just buy these at the drug store," Elias said, his voice like gravel and velvet.

The old letterpress in Elias’s workshop didn’t just print; it hummed with the weight of intentions. To the casual observer, Elias ran a boutique print shop. To those in the know, he was a weaver of promises.