A grim world of fantasy, as darksome as the night from which it never seems to wake up. A gloomy city, as bizarre as its trouble making figures. A dark place where an even darker hero swinging through skyscraper canyons catches villains.
A sporty counterpart in night black. Shimmering and decorated with high-rise building silver. Parallels to Gotham which make the jersey to my individual stage. As possibility to stand out. To delimit myself. To still get connected. To this dark city. Not existing and yet so close.
A mind game of magic. Symbolized by a magical number. Seven. It enchants me. Makes me a hero. Without cape and bat mask. But with luck. Paired with joy about a simple design with a perfect color combination. And joy about a lettering worn by myself. Just by myself.