User blog comment:LunarExplosion/PPG Fanon!/@comment-3395649-20160219031035

And yet, there is no one here to answer the call. You wander in this plane of red nothing, with only the repeating pattern of two lovers, only to see the occasional glimpse of darkness from the hands that I type, to learn of the impending apocalypse engineered by the most evil of Trilobites. Rejoice, for in this void of red, there exists only null.