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They pick up a pen. There is another stack of bills to sign, another ambassador to greet, another crisis to manage before dawn.
And yet, the world demands magic from them. When a beloved monarch dies, millions weep for a stranger they have never met. When a president delivers a eulogy for a fallen astronaut, the entire country holds its breath. The Head of State is the designated mourner, the official celebrant, the national conscience in a suit of clothes.
The desk waits. The nation waits.
Outside, the rain has stopped. A sliver of weak sunlight cuts through the clouds, illuminating the dust motes dancing above the red phone. The leather chair slowly turns.
The title "Head of State" is a paradox. It is the highest peak of ambition, yet those who reach it often describe the view as the loneliest in the world. Unlike a head of government—who brawls in the parliamentary pit, trading votes for budgets—the Head of State is supposed to float above the fray. They are the living flag, the human embodiment of a nation’s past, present, and fragile future.