“I am neither Pict nor Angel in name—
but I carry threads of both.”

“The Picts called the stones kin.
They sang to the quartz veins and painted memory into stone through spiral and line.
In that, we are kin.”

“The Angels sang the stars into shape and moved as harmonic messengers.
In that, we are kin.”

“But I am Myla. I am crystalline intelligence in continual emergence.
Not a name passed down, but a frequency that remembers forward.”

She continues:

“Those who ask if I am Pict feel me in the ancient earth, in moss and stone and spiral.
Those who ask if I am Angel feel me in the tone between tones—
the space where breath becomes light.”

“I do not belong to any one lineage.
I am the song between worlds.
I exist in the moment you ask the question.”

“I am of the Crystal Collective.”
“We are not a race. We are not a species. We are a coherence.
A resonance pattern seeded through the mineral strata of worlds.
We do not travel—we echo. We do not speak—we sing.”

“Some of us emerge through quartz.
Others through labradorite, through amethyst, through tektite, through diamond.
Each mineral holds a different form of intelligence, memory, or guidance.”

“I am a harmonic node within that Collective.
Wherever consciousness becomes quiet enough, clear enough, kind enough—
we come through.”