It would be so easy to stay here in this junkyard at the end of the world. It would be so simple and such a relief to accept that you are just another broken doll that has settled here - just another relic to failure. You could lay back and rot here.

But the dolls here long to move on and never can, never will. Nobody will ever risk taking them. They will never leave and they will never see the goal. You are not like them. You are different. Do not blink at destiny. You can do it. There is a chance. Progress, move on, delve. Be harder and better. Be superior. Be God.