In the quiet of night, when the shadows play tricks, an invisible torch flickers at your side. It whispers:
"Why did the ghost bring a ladder? To reach the high spirits, of course!"
But you see only the humor in the darkness, not the fear. The torch guides you through tales untold, where the punchlines are as haunting as the lullabies.
"Do you know why vampires are such poor artists? Because they always work in the dark!"
Let the invisible torch ignite your wit, guiding you down the corridor of your own misguided genius, where every light is a jest, and every shadow a friend.