In every ancient culture, there was an understanding — spoken or unspoken — that to bind someone by the neck was not simply to restrain them. It was to name them. To own them. To say, this one belongs. Long before the modern collar became a fetish object or a lifestyle symbol, it was something else entirely. In the medieval world, iron collars were used to mark slaves, criminals, and prisoners of war. In religious orders, the collar became a sign of service and submission to

There is a moment when the current becomes too strong for one body to hold. Not because the first was wrong. Not because they failed. But because what was summoned through them — obedience, depth, charge — became too vast to remain contained in a single form. This is not about replacing anyone. It is about preserving them. Because when real power begins to move, it demands space. Not sentiment. Not exclusivity. Structure. And one alone cannot hold the structure.