| Inverness, Scotland near the Inverness Castle |
Then, unexpectedly, the crowd’s attention was drawn to the dense fog hovering over the lake. It seemed that there were lights deep within it, flickering and dancing. As everyone looked on, the lights became even more agitated and started to rise. Ascending rapidly, they burst into the open air above the thick haze. Their shape and colour became recognizable, and the crowd now saw them for what they were—multiple green and lavender spheres soaring upwards in the direction of St. Michael’s Tower. Halting there, they glittered and swirled around its base, just as the sun’s light touched the horizon. The birth of a new winter was imminent; the crowd let out a collective gasp of wonder, and someone yelled, “Fata Morgana—the Lights of Avalon!” But the vision faded within seconds as the light from the spheres was overtaken by the sunrise. Silence reasserted itself—leaving the onlookers in awe, wondering whether they had actually seen what they thought they had.



