Part 7: The Phantom

As the years slipped by, I became a legend in my own right. To the musicians of the era, I was a enigma, a phantom who appeared out of nowhere with a synthesizer that could make the impossible possible. There were whispers about me, rumors that I was a time traveler, a visitor from another dimension. I let them talk, never confirming or denying the stories that swirled around me. In a way, it was easier to be a myth than to face the reality of my situation. But even as I played on, I could feel the weight of time pressing down on me, the burden of knowledge that came with being out of sync with the world.