Difference between revisions of "Preservation"

| There was an infinity beyond those eyes, a complement to the one trapped here in this Well. Fuzz was the infinity of a note held perfectly, never wavering. The majesty of a painting, frozen and still, capturing a slice of life from a time gone by. It was the power of many, many moments compressed somehow into one.

| [[Kelsier]] describing Preservation{{msh ref|2|1}}