24 June 1947
Somewhere near Mount Rainier, Washington
Pilot Kenneth Arnold was on a routine flight when he caught a strange glint off his wing. Scanning the sky for the stray aircraft he'd just been warned about, he saw nothing at first.
Then
A flash.
Nine shiny, fast-moving lights darted across the sky, right beside his plane like saucers skipping over water.
He wasn't able to comprehend what just happened yet he reported it anyway.
Everyone was confused, no one knew what they were.
No one knew where they came from.
The lights didn't attack.
They didn't communicate.
They simply arrived and vanished at the speed of light.
There were no headlines. No urgent broadcasts. No official military alerts. The sighting passed too quickly for anything human to properly capture. Just a blurry, three-second security clip hovering light against the sky posted online and deleted within an hour.
But it spread.
People whispered.
Forums lit up.
The world watched.
Everyone wanted answers.
Everyone wanted more.
All they had was this: a silent object suspended in the sky, moving faster than physics should allow. It was something unnatural.
Then, a few years later, it happened again.
Then again.
No message. No beam of light. No destruction.
Just... presence.
The governments called for calm.
Scientists dismissed it as drones.
The public called them aliens.
Believers called it judgment day.
Conspiracy theorists screamed that it had finally begun.
Yet something lingered a question in the silence: Why now?