It was dawn in Morelia, Michoacán de Ocampo — the sky clear, the sun just beginning to pierce the blue — when I saw them. Two luminous spheres, glowing with an intense orange aura, suddenly shimmering atop the house across the street. They moved with a strange playfulness, floating back and forth as if aware of my stunned attention. These were not ordinary lights or distant objects; they seemed alive, aware, shifting deliberately as I watched from my window.
One of these spheres glided closer, hovering just outside my window before retreating to the neighbor’s roof. Then, as if on some unspoken command, the spheres vanished in a fleeting second, leaving an eerie silence that seemed to thicken the air. My neighbor later confessed she had witnessed the same haunting phenomena, sharing in my shock but not in the disbelief we both faced. Our tales were often met with laughter, dismissed as flights of fancy.
Years later, I heard of another sighting not far from here — a woman frozen in fear as these same orange orbs appeared inside her home, inching dangerously close to her face. Such stories, though met with skepticism, resonate deeply with me. That morning in 1984 remains etched in my memory, a surreal brush with something beyond understanding, an orange glow in the dawn’s early light that defies explanation.