..^^^††*§@ @§*††^^^..
....»††*%¶ ¶%*††»....
.^»†*%¶@## ##@¶%*†»^.
.^»†*%§¶@# #@¶§%*†»^.
...^»*%%§@ @§%%*»^...
...^††*§§¶ ###†» »†### ¶§§*††^...
.^»†*%§¶@# »††####††» »††####††» #@¶§%*†»^.
.....»*§§@ »» »†######†» »» @§§*».....
....^^»*%§ »»» »» »» »»» §%*»^^....
.^»†*%§¶@# »»»» »»»» #@¶§%*†»^.
.^»†*%§¶## »»» 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. §%†»......
.^»†*%%%§¶ ¶§%%%*†»^.
.....^»*§§ §§*»^.....
......»†%¶ ¶%†»......
.^»†*%§¶@# #@¶§%*†»^.
...^»†*§§§ §§§*†»^...