The Phantom. Music of the Ancients

My name is Vladislav Volkov. At least that’s what’s written in the documents found with me in a lifeboat in the middle of nowhere. I don’t remember it. I don’t remember anything: not my past, not the ship “Dawn Wanderer,” on which I was supposedly serving. To the entire universe, I don’t exist—neither in any database nor in any archive. I’m a human ghost.