This world is beautiful, there is no war, no pain, no disease.
I am a key in this world. Everyone here is born with a key of his own. As a key, I include all the emotions and stories of this human being.
This person loves peace, does not fight or grabs, and is kind to others.
I think I must be the most special of all the keys.
Some years Later, this person grew up, and he met other people.
And I also know other keys.
To be precise, I cannot tell who these keys are. They all look the same.
Same as me.
Everyone has the same look, the same story, the same emotion, and the same experience.
Perhaps, this world actually only has one key. A key that everyone is the same.