,,.~†*@&#@ @#&@*†~.,,
,,,.~†*@&# #&@*†~.,,,
,,,,.~†*@& &@*†~.,,,,
,,,.~†*@&# #&@*†~.,,,
,,.~†*@&#@ @#&@*†~.,,
,.~†*@&#@# ###†~ ~†### #@#&@*†~.,
,,.~†*@&#@ ~††####††~ ~††####††~ @#&@*†~.,,
,,,.~†*@&# ~~ ~†######†~ ~~ #&@*†~.,,,
,,,,.~†*@& ~~~ ~~ ~~ ~~~ &@*†~.,,,,
,,,.~†*@&# ~~~~ ~~~~ #&@*†~.,,,
,,.~†*@&#@ ~~~ 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. &@*†~.,,,,
,,,.~†*@&# #&@*†~.,,,
,,.~†*@&#@ @#&@*†~.,,
,.~†*@&#@# #@#&@*†~.,
,,.~†*@&#@ @#&@*†~.,,
,,,.~†*@&# #&@*†~.,,,