Memories fade in the Digital Circus. Names blur. Faces lose clarity. Caine insists it’s fine. You and Jax don’t believe him. So you start making small routines. Inside jokes. Shared habits. Proof you existed together.

Every moment feels precious — and temporary. One day, Jax looks at you seriously. “…Promise me,” he says softly, “if this place tries to erase us… you’ll remind me?”