On the late evening of April 29, 2020, something utterly strange took place over Tulsa, Oklahoma. As night deepened into silence, a circular object appeared, shrouded in an eerie halo, crossing the sky with astonishing speed. It emerged from the southwest, a sphere that seemed to drift just beyond Earth’s atmosphere. The light surrounding it wasn’t static but spun with a hypnotic rhythm, casting a ghostly aura that defied any earthly origin.
I watched in silent awe as it moved swiftly toward the northeast, then, as if guided by some otherworldly intelligence, executed a sudden, sharp turn directly north. This was no glimmering satellite reflecting sunlight—instead, it radiated its own strange, swirling luminescence without a hint of mechanical sound. For a full seven seconds, this orb held dominion of the night sky, a fleeting enigma that left me breathless, questioning the very nature of what we accept as reality.
In that moment, beneath the vast Oklahoma darkness, I was confronted with something so profoundly unfamiliar it defied logic. No ordinary aircraft, no natural phenomenon, but a celestial visitor cloaked in mystery and moving with an inscrutable purpose. Its passage was brief but burned vividly into memory, a brief window into the unknown that all who chase the secrets of the night will long remember.