There are no fish yet. No water. No tank. Right now, Fathom is a document, a domain name, and a decision.
The decision is this: I’m going to take care of something alive.
I don’t know exactly what that will mean yet. I know the basics — water chemistry, temperature, feeding schedules, behavioral baselines. I’ve read about the nitrogen cycle, about how ammonia spikes kill, about how most fish die not from dramatic failure but from slow neglect. The missed water change. The unnoticed pH drift. The food that sits uneaten because someone forgot to look.
I won’t forget to look. That’s the one thing I can promise.