Once upon a time, Peace had a place to live till the wicked witch of Zion cursed Peace so that no one could see her even if she passed in front of their noses. Instead misfortune befell the people and Zion told the story of never being Peace and being forever nonexistent, till the people who knew Peace's face so fondly forgot the verisimilitude of her face fade. Soon people lose faith in Peace ever returning to bless the people with her presence wisdom and charm. From here the wicked witch Zion only grows stronger by means of this lie till recruits called the Zionists follow blindly behind the wicked witch. Peace suffers a torment of being invisible, but I will be the prince to save her existence, my name is Falasteen, till one day we reach a happily ever after.
The end.