You’re the only one who sees the same glitches Jax does. Flickers. Audio cuts. Colors bleeding wrong. When you mention it, he laughs too fast — then goes quiet.

After that, you start talking in private. Comparing notes. Watching the cracks together. The circus feels less real when someone else sees it breaking. One day, a glitch lasts too long. Jax doesn’t joke this time. “…So,” he says quietly, “you see it too, right?”