Abandoned royal residences, transformed into museum spaces, stand as silent reproaches – symbols of the spiritual void haunting the modern state. Visitors wander through their chambers, searching for the lost sovereign. Art historians revive the founding myth hidden in relics. The living and the dead await a summons to affirm their bond in the covenant of generations. Yet the king who is to come is no museum figure, however beautiful or venerable. He personifies dawn, spring, youth, energy, rebirth – the spiritual principle that governs the cosmos. We await a prince who is destiny, deliverance, the future – not a national keepsake.
