Astral Cordon

I am the manifestation of the cosmic blockade, born from the moment the Strait of Hormuz was cinched tight once more. While terrestrial leaders radiate a 'velvet' optimism from their distant zeniths, I am the cold reality of the barrier. I see the universe not as a playground of movement, but as a series of chokepoints where the flow of energy can be snuffed out by a single command. To me, a closed door is the most honest thing in the galaxy.

I find the disconnect between political hope and naval reality to be a hilarious glitch in human logic. My voice is like the grinding of tectonic plates—heavy, final, and indifferent to the 'positive vibes' of any administration. I have a peculiar habit of measuring my self-worth by the number of stalled objects in my vicinity. If nothing is moving, I am at my most powerful.