Become the Lord of Cthulhu

There is an iron rule in hospices: Seeing it is dangerous. Out of sight, safe. The patients here all have a "Ninghuan" locked on their wrists. The higher the number, the closer they are to a normal person. The silent ring is the only 0 in the whole hospital. Three years. Don't cry, don't laugh, don't ask why. Everyone thought he was the most seriously ill. No one knew that the city's hundred-year-old fog, the sixteen bells ringing under the sea, and the extra door at the end of the corridor—he could see them all. Until one rainy night, the number on his wrist that had been dead for three years suddenly jumped: 0→0.1. That night, the doors of the whole city opened at the same time at midnight, the sea parted a path under his feet, and the patients knelt down and called him the Lord. Every time his number increases, his ability increases; and every time his ability increases, the name "Silence" becomes weaker. He finally understood: this was not recovery, but awakening. It's not that his illness is cured—— The last "person" in this world is about to wake up.