,,.~†*@@ @#&@*†~.,,
,,,.~†*@ #&@*†~.,,,
,,,,.~†*@& &@*†~.,,,,
,,,.~†*@ #&@*†~.,,,
,,.~†*@@ @#&@*†~.,,
,.~†*@@# ###†~ ~†### #@#&@*†~.,
,,.~†*@@ ~††####††~ ~††####††~ @#&@*†~.,,
,,,.~†*@ ~~ ~†######†~ ~~ #&@*†~.,,,
,,,,.~†*@& ~~~ ~~ ~~ ~~~ &@*†~.,,,,
,,,.~†*@ ~~~~ ~~~~ #&@*†~.,,,
,,.~†*@@ ~~~ street lights... ~~~ @#&@*†~.,,
,.~†*@@# ~~~~ for some reason, ~~~~ #@#&@*†~.,
,,.~†*@@ ~~ the street lights always have a ~~ @#&@*†~.,,
,,,.~†*@ particular pattern. it starts with a #&@*†~.,,,
,,,,.~†*@& row of white lights, then it's joined &@*†~.,,,,
,,,.~†*@ by a red row, then the blue ones, and #&@*†~.,,,
,,.~†*@@ so on. and then, there's a second row, @#&@*†~.,,
,.~†*@@# almost mirroring the first. #@#&@*†~.,
,,.~†*@@ @#&@*†~.,,
,,,.~†*@ i've been counting how many of each #&@*†~.,,,
,,,,.~†*@& shape there is. &@*†~.,,,,
,,,.~†*@ i think it's a kind of angel language. #&@*†~.,,,
,,.~†*@@ angel bodies made of light, running @#&@*†~.,,
,.~†*@@# along the streets even at night. #@#&@*†~.,
,,.~†*@@ @#&@*†~.,,
,,,.~†*@ ~~~~ #&@*†~.,,,
,,,,.~†*@& ~~~~ ~~~~ &@*†~.,,,,
,,,.~†*@ ~~~ ~~~ #&@*†~.,,,
,,.~†*@@ ~~~~ ~~~~ @#&@*†~.,,
,.~†*@@# ~~~ ~~~ #@#&@*†~.,
,,.~†*@@ ~~~~ ~~~~ @#&@*†~.,,
,,,.~†*@ #&@*†~.,,,
,,,,.~†*@& like they're looking for something. &@*†~.,,,,
,,,.~†*@ #&@*†~.,,,
,,.~†*@@ @#&@*†~.,,
,.~†*@@# #@#&@*†~.,
,,.~†*@@ @#&@*†~.,,
,,,.~†*@ #&@*†~.,,,