It was late on the night of September 12, 1992, in San Luis Potosí, Mexico, when a strange and haunting sight unfolded quietly against the darkened sky. Standing outside my home with a close friend, our attention was drawn to the east. Three luminous objects hung suspended in perfect alignment, their glowing disks dominating the night. They held still, serene yet surreal, an eerie calm gripping the air.
Then, without warning, these enigmatic lights simultaneously fizzled out, shooting off northward at an almost unimaginable speed. The entire episode lasted barely a minute, yet its imprint remains vivid in my memory.
Witnessing these disk-shaped lights hover and vanish so abruptly instilled a deep sense of wonder and mystery. The night was silent except for the pounding of two hearts caught in awe of the extraordinary. These radiant orbs seemed to defy explanation, vanishing as quickly as they had appeared, leaving behind nothing but questions and the vast, mystifying Mexican sky.
This encounter stays etched in my mind as a silent testament to the unknown that still lurks beyond the familiar. Such moments make one realize how little we truly understand about what moves unseen above us, especially when stars seem to blink out in defiance of reason.