In the stillness of the Maine night, under the heavy cloak of sleep, I was roused by an unearthly glow—two separate occasions where a red orb, radiant and enigmatic, hovered silently in my bedroom.
This was no mere figment of a dream but a relentless visitor that held its presence for several minutes, casting an eerie aura that shifted and shimmered with color. Its shape was perfect, a circle of light that seemed both otherworldly and alive, surrounded by a subtle haze that defied explanation.
These encounters, quiet yet unnerving, have embedded a profound sense of wonder and unease deep within me, a whisper in the dark that one is never truly alone in the night.