“When I drew nigh the Great Plains, I knew they were sacred. The rampart’s counterpart stood silently in my wake, all but daring me to cross the threshold between this land and the quarry of the Great Machine. In its unending, unnatural silence; the HVRS’s aura emanated far beyond the Plains - a cold glare that cut through to the bone. I had indeed found my companion.”
Verse VII, HVR(o)S, Chorus of the Great Plains
