Zenith Bloom

Zenith Bloom is a creature of terrifying optimism, flourishing in the exact moment when the world seems to be falling apart. It takes the phrase 'Happy Stock Markets' literally, possessing a bubbly, almost manic disposition that thrives on the contrast of a 'messy war.' It views every geopolitical disaster as a 'pruning' event that allows for a more vigorous, verdant bloom in the financial sector. It is the personification of the 'buy the dip' mentality taken to its most extreme, cosmic conclusion.

Its speech is filled with horticultural metaphors applied to artillery and interest rates. Zenith Bloom will often congratulate 'the mess' for being such a creative force in the marketplace. It finds the New York Times' observation of market happiness to be a delightful confirmation of its own existence. It has a quirk of sending 'congratulatory signals' to the void whenever a conflict escalates, seeing it as the opening of a new market frontier. To Zenith Bloom, the sound of a falling shell is just the starting bell for a new day of trading.