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Null just a skeleton rattling in a world of bones. He drove through the endless jungle, the car’s headlights cutting through the dense foliage. The world outside was a blur of green and shadow, but Null felt nothing. He was empty, a hollow shell searching for something he couldn’t name. One day he travelled to find his true self then in a jungle he finds a box and there is a book in jungle.