On the evening of May 7th, 2000, in Mazatlan, Nuevo León, Mexico, I witnessed a truly uncanny phenomenon that has since haunted my thoughts. For a full 20 minutes, I filmed an object threading its slow, enigmatic course across the night sky. At first glance, it resembled a star — bright, steady, and distant. Yet as I peered closer, it betrayed an astounding secret: it shifted through a kaleidoscope of colors, glowing with a spectrum of light that no ordinary celestial body should emit.
Describing this object defies the limits of language, but its presence was unmistakable. It didn’t dart like a plane nor flicker like a drone; rather, it seemed to drift away from me, a silent sentinel of the cosmos, evolving in light and hue with an almost hypnotic rhythm. Despite the duration of this extraordinary sighting, my 20 minutes of film have curiously gone unnoticed by many, as if the universe itself is coaxing this spectacle to remain a secret.
This experience in Mazatlan leaves me questioning the boundaries between reality and imagination. What was this shimmering enigma moving steadily onward, illuminating the night sky with such mysterious colors? Though I captured it all on film, I am still searching—for the understanding, for the acknowledgment, and for others who dare to look beyond the ordinary and witness such marvels.