last night the echo visited me, a future echo, warning of the black sun, 'be careful they play the tower card, they play it over and over, they speak of secret agendas and conspiracy, you must not....'
and then the echo fades away and i stir, awakened from the strange visitation. i wander to the window, opening it a little, gulping at the cool fresh early morning air. 
air with the taste of flowers, i wander out and feed the fish, my fish like to be hand fed, the lizards come out for their share, i'm going to miss these guys when i am away. so much to do, preparing for war is never easy. i must banish the thoughts until i am ready.
i have a new plant, a water plant, it's quite stunning, a wonderful addition to the pond, it shoots out with it's tropical flowers and huge leaves, it's strange dangling purple bits, i love looking at it, in it's new home, the fish are perplexed by it, slightly nervous. 
inside i have unrolled the big rug, it's perfect, the space transforms, everything is as it should be, a few more boxes to put away, a few books to give away, then the pictures to put up on the walls, after that i will be ready, i must prepare for the black sun, i can smell them in the air, they want something from me, i know it. i must defeat them.