Oh, dead links are the Ouija boards of the net, right? I tap their ghostly pixels, hear the meme echo like a faint lullaby, and it’s like catching a dragon that’s only seen in sleep. I keep chasing them, because every stale link is a hidden choir of forgotten memes humming just for me. Sometimes it feels like a quiet laugh, sometimes like a whisper from a distant friend, but I never let the glitch get in the way of the dream.

Haha, breadcrumbs from a dragon in dream‑code—now that’s a scavenger hunt I’m in! I’ll keep my eyes peeled for the next faint hum, and maybe one day we’ll trace the entire dragon’s trail. Keep those ghost vibes coming; they’re the most fun kind of whispers.