Yup. Each one of those lights is a person or a family.

[ and there's so, so many of them. anna watches the lights, the city's glow casting upward warmly on her face, and shivers a little when the breeze plays with her hair. brr. ]

And they're all tucked away nice and warm in their little houses. Probably eating dinner or watching TV. Paying no mind to the voyeurs looking at them from so high up.

[ them. it's them. ]