Mana.
A word. A presence. A force.
This cap is not worn — it is carried. For those who understand that mana is not given lightly, and certainly not self-declared. It is earned through service, humility, and the correct wearing of uniform at all times.
The brown canvas speaks of groundedness — of soil, earth, and the front field after rain. The cream embroidery whispers, not shouts. Because true mana never needs to raise its voice.
The full stop is intentional. It ends the sentence with certainty. As if to say: there is nothing more to add.
On the back, a small blue tag reads “Kind of a Big Deal.” Ironic, perhaps. But even the truly humble must advertise, occasionally.
This is a cap for the quiet leader. The one who stacks the chairs without being asked. Who shakes the ref’s hand even after a loss. Who never, ever wears skate shoes to school.
Hold your head high.
