"They say laughter is the best medicine," whispered the phantom, peering through the digital veil. "But here, it's just a pixelated diet."
As the echoes faded, a spectral voice pondered, "Is this a ghost I see before me?" Or was it merely a figment of one's wifi?
The unseen comedian's shadow flickered, leaving jokes like, "Why did the HTML tag cross the road?" To align its stylesheet with the next page of humor."
In the cosmic chatroom of lost moments, we asked the universe, "If a ghost in HTML jokes in the forest, and no one is logged in to hear it, does it echo?"