"We need a miracle, Teh," Rian sighed, his hands resting on the silent machine. "Or at least, a new job."

Hendra, the designer, stood by the window. He was dressed in sharp black and held a cup of steaming tea. He didn't look at their faces; he looked straight at the jacket Maya was holding.

"Think about it like a cutting pattern, Rian," Maya said, her eyes lighting up with the thrill of a challenge. "Look at the first line: 'Two dragons meet at the golden river.' Dragons have scales. Scales overlap. That means an overlock stitch on a curved, gold-colored hem!"

Next to her sat her younger brother, Rian. He was a master of the (straight stitch). Together, they were a perfect team, but their pockets were empty.

Maya laughed, shaking her head. "The internet is a mess today. Someone probably spammed the lottery tags on a job advertisement to get more views."

"Syair SDY?" Rian leaned in, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that the daily poetry code people use for the Sydney lottery predictions? Why is it attached to a sewing job?"

But as she scrolled down, she realized it wasn't a mistake. It was a riddle. The job listing was posted by an eccentric, high-end fashion designer named Hendra, known in the industry as "The Oracle." The post read: