At precisely 11 a.m. on a quiet October morning in Tijuana, Baja California, I witnessed an uncanny spectacle that has lingered in my thoughts ever since. There, suspended against the pale blue sky, were seven starlike lights—unyielding and motionless save for one single orb that drifted with a deliberate, slow grace. One among them burned with an orange hue, casting an otherworldly glow amidst the cluster.
Their eerie stillness was both mesmerizing and unsettling. For a full ten minutes, these luminous sentinels hovered, their glow unwavering. Then, as if retreating from some unseen command, they began to fade—shrinking gradually until they were swallowed entirely by the vast expanse above, leaving behind nothing but a whisper of mystery.
Such an encounter, bathed in daylight and silence, defies simple explanation. The slow, deliberate movement of just one light among the seven only deepened the enigma, a quiet dance performed against the sky’s canvas. For those drawn to the unexplained, this moment remains a haunting reminder that some mysteries persist just beyond the veil of the ordinary.