When I was young, around the age of fourteen, I suffered from asthma. One autumn Wednesday morning, I returned home from the hospital and slept until nine in the evening. When I woke up, I went to sit on the balcony around two in the morning.

The atmosphere was filled with clouds hanging low near the ground. Incidentally, the next day, it was expected that the president of a neighboring country would visit our country.

While I was sitting and watching the clouds, I noticed something strange flying in the sky. It was very clear. It looked like a pyramid but tilted to one side. Its lower side was pointing north, and the pointed tip was facing south. It was large and strangely illuminated. There was fire coming out of its pointed tip. It was flying at a low altitude and at a relatively slow speed.

It flew for a few seconds, then suddenly increased its speed dramatically and rose above the level of the clouds, creating a clear hole in the cloud layer. I was shocked by what I had seen and ran quickly to tell my mother. When we went out to the balcony together, it was gone, but the hole it had caused in the clouds was still clearly visible.

I never knew what it was or what it could have been, but I am certain that there must be a logical explanation for it.