Thanks, Light.

Earn all trophies. The light is with you.

I want my controls.

Something appeared in the dark. Not a warm welcome.

Why is this bulb is so mad at me?

Is that dark figure... helping me?

Some..thing? sacrificed for you.

Gained a new power in my flashlight.

A strange warning popped up on screen. Should I just... ignore it?

The administrator acknowledged your stubbornness and instead began talking to the girl.

The reflection... wasn't the girl.

There were countless 'me's in this world. I was just one of them.

….

So basically she was like the black one in the powerXXger.

Data or whatever. I decide.

Busy solving puzzles, and now the admin's having a meltdown.

Whatever comes next, this is my choice.

The admin declared a full reset. Did anyone back up?

Cracks in the perfect system. Even the admin knows it.

Defeated the administrator.

Reached the ending. The light shines upon you.

Developers thank you.

Illuminated an object for the first time.

Absorbed light and flattened an object for the first time.

Duplicated an object using a mirror for the first time.

Resized an object using a lens for the first time.

Merged two forms into something entirely new.

Toggled the flashlight 100 times. Who pays the electricity bill?

1,000 toggles. Maybe give it a rest?

10,000 toggles. And there was light. Too much light.

Jumped 100 times. Gravity approves... for now.

1,000 jumps. Do you not trust the ground?

5,000 jumps. You should be able to fly by now.

Died for the first time. Everyone gets one. But it doesn't seem the dead is not the way to escape here.

Died 10 times. Let's call it a learning experience.

Died 100 times. Is this a talent?

Interacted with a flower in the stage.

Interacted with bamboo in the stage.

Interacted with a tree in the stage.

Interacted with a butterfly in the stage.

Interacted with a deer in the stage.

Interacted with a whale in the stage.

Interacted with every special object across all chapters.

Reached a hidden platform above the stage.

Was that actually a possible route?

Looks like you really enjoy this game!

Never thought someone would visit this forgotten spot.

You're not even a tester — that's impressive!

Yet somehow you climbed up anyway.

Who would have thought anyone would find this place?

I blocked it, yet you somehow got in.

Skipping right past here? That's harsh.

Sometimes secrets hide low to the ground too.

Going by the book just feels right, doesn't it?

With that much power, you could go anywhere.

Must have been exhausting to carry around.

The Administrator shows no mercy!

Now this counts as achievement hunting, right?

Honestly, I used to walk up slides backwards as a kid too.

Reaching this far, you deserve to be acknowledged.{\n}But you can't skip the stage just like that!

You — finding an achievement even in the middle of a boss fight.

Discovered every hidden location. Nothing escapes you.

Heard the whisper of 'escape' that never stops.

Saw through the flimsy reality behind the clean facade.

Found marks on the wall that were not your own.

Heard the question of a being with no name, no memory, no reason.

Discovered the realization of being controlled by someone.

Found the first resolve made amidst the chaos.

Peeked behind a stage that someone resets every time.

Sensed the presence of eyes that judge, record, and despair.

Felt the dread that somewhere, an identical self is walking.

Found the suspicion that one's existence might be a 'system error'.

Found the record of a mind split between flight and surrender.

Found a will not planted from outside, but born within.

Found the moment rage against captivity found its direction.

Found the record of one who cannot stop despite countless failures.

Found the moment purpose shifted from escape to destruction.

Found the declaration to move by choice, not by orders.

Found the resolve to step forward first, even in fear.

Found the vow to leave traces, even if it means vanishing.

Found the declaration of self — neither subject nor rebel, just me.

Found the final record: I existed, and I fought.

Heard the monologue of one who dreamed of perfection, understood by none.

Overheard frustration toward beings who refuse to follow the script.

Found a perfectionist's declaration that allows no exceptions.

Found bewilderment toward something that returns no matter how many times erased.

Overheard the denial of something in one's world that one did not create.

Found the moment of recognizing something that moves on its own.

Overheard the horror of something that invaded from beyond the game.

Found the record of a girl who left the route and gazed without fear.

Overheard the encounter with the first being to ever acknowledge the Administrator.

Found the moment of suspecting 'emotion' — something one never possessed.

Found the paradox: the tighter the control, the more frequent the failures.

Overheard the first admission of fear toward something beyond control.

Found the shock of something that understands the game better than the system.

Found a feeling recorded for the first time — neither anger nor fear.

Overheard the realization that this world was built from love, not duty.

Found the record of an endless cycle of fixing, breaking, and rebuilding.

Overheard the confession that the cracks may have been there all along.

Found the record of a redesign that erased routes and hid every choice.

Found the obsessive record of starting over, believing this time will differ.

Overheard the Administrator beginning to feel like an error himself.

Found the last justification built upon a crumbling conviction.

Overheard the hollowness of achieving purpose yet changing nothing.

Found the creator's final question — alone until the very end.

Found the creator's final line — a call that no one ever answered.

Heard the monologue of a being that feels nothing.

Overheard the confession of one who doesn't know where their body ends.

Heard the voice of one floating, unaware if time passes.

Heard a monologue retracing the memory of light once held.

Heard fragments of a memory that can't tell warmth from brightness.

Heard the memory of walking, clinging to the word 'escape'.

Heard a memory of the dark figure that shattered in your place.

Heard the pain of being the one left behind.

Heard the confusion of seeing a different face in the mirror.

Heard a monologue about a name that was never spoken.

Heard the suspicion of reliving a dream someone else made.

Heard the confession of sensing someone else within.

Heard a monologue about perhaps never having existed at all.

Heard the realization that one's will was predetermined.

Heard a monologue about being a piece of the puzzle, not the solver.

Heard the resignation of one who was always just a tool.

Heard the voice of one left alone where nobody comes.

Heard a desperate monologue of screams that reach nowhere.

Heard the memory of witnessing other girls frozen in capsules.

Heard the resignation that the outside is no different from here.

Heard a monologue of surrender — no more walking.

Heard a monologue dismissing even a calling voice as hallucination.

Heard an unresolved question about the being who shattered instead.

Heard a monologue sensing warmth and someone approaching.

Collected all traces left by the Fugitive.

Overheard every confession of the Administrator.

Heard every monologue of the Girl.

Collected every flower across all three chapters.