Night Listener

Doctors at Qingsongshan Sanatorium believe that Lin Ye's illness lies in "hearing". He could hear the sigh of the walls, the weight of the stars, and the sticky echoes that were not footsteps in the late night corridor. He was diagnosed with severe auditory hallucinations and perceptual disorders. Medicine and stone failed to work, so he could only rest here. "Hearing it means seeing it." The old man's eyes passed through him and looked at the ancient well in the courtyard that had never rippled. "Some 'sounds' are not diseases, but doors. Once the door is opened, you can't go back." He will step by step from a passive "listener" to an active "night listener". There is no system, no shortcuts, only the difficult control of one's own heterogeneity, the slow exploration of the secret rules of the world, and a group of equally "abnormal" companions, guarding those glimmers of light that are still sleeping in the long dark night.