One evening around 7 PM, my two friends and I sat in the parking lot of Oak Park Mall, facing west toward Gardner, Kansas. As we admired the sunset, something extraordinary caught our eyes: a pyramid-shaped craft hovering silently above. Beneath it, at least three circular orbs rotated slowly, casting an otherworldly glow against the twilight sky.
As I pointed out this strange sight, my friends confirmed their awe-struck glimpses. The sky itself seemed to respond. Flanking the craft were clouds curiously shaped like iconic symbols—the Eye of Horus and the Ankh—etched with uncanny precision. It felt as if the craft conjured these mystical signs just for us. Yet, it hovered motionless, the rotating orbs beneath the pyramid the only sign of movement.
No substances or sleep deprivation clouded our perceptions; this was a shared reality of undeniable strangeness. The unsettling calm prolonged the encounter for nearly thirty minutes.
Driven by a mix of wonder and unease, two of us captured videos and photographs on our cell phones. Later, when reviewing the footage, an eerie betrayal awaited us: the videos and pictures were either completely absent or so distorted as to be unrecognizable. None of us had shared this experience with anyone prior, making the loss and corruption of media all the more bewildering.
This surreal event encapsulates that chilling intersection of cosmic mystery and human curiosity—an enigmatic triangle craft, cryptic cloud symbols, and disappearing evidence that still haunts our memories today.