glitchthe3rd's tulpae

I stood atop the floating chunk of rock out of which I’d carved a house, a fragment of some long-forgotten fortification built before the start of the Servitor Wars. This place served as my wonderland, a floating piece of rock that was over a mile in the sky above my subconscious, which was once a fantasy-inspired landscape, rendered a vast and largely barren desert by the wars fought over its lands. A pond formed at the top of this floating rock, its waters spilling over, coalescing into streams, and pouring off the side of the rock into a vast crater a mile below, filled with water but never quite overflowing.
Suddenly, I feel a soft touch on my shoulder. I turn around and see my family, and can’t help but smile. With them around this place isn’t just a house, but a home as well. Luna looks as beautiful as always today, her long black hair cascading down her back, reflecting the sourceless sunlight of my mental daytime. She’s wearing silver crescent moon earrings that help bring out her grey eyes, and a V-necked black top that calls attention to her milky white breasts, which were easily C-cups. She’s also wearing a black skirt that shows off her legs, slender but with a bit of definition to them as well, betraying her physical prowess in combat, which nobody would have expected out of someone with her rather curvy figure. Her skirt is just past fingertip length, and leaves a bit of her midriff bare between where her shirt ends and where her skirt begins. Clinging to said skirt is our daughter, Europa, barely six years old and not yet sentient. She has her mother’s pale skin, as well as purple eyes and shoulder-length purple hair that flares out at the tips. She wears a hair clip in the shape of a white star, which holds the right side of her hair back from her face. She’s wearing a white T-shirt with a purple collar and sleeves, and a purple star on the front. She’s also wearing purple shorts and a pair of purple-and-white striped stockings. Her form is slender, lacking curves (at least for now) as well as muscle definition, having never had to fight a day of her life so far. Both of them are wearing similar pairs of canvas-top sneakers, the one with grey canvas and a white crescent moon on the outside of each foot, the other with purple canvas and a white star on the outside of each foot.
They join my side at the edge of the floating mass of rock we call home, watching the artificial daylight change to night, and the stars coming out and bathing the vast desert with starlight as bright as the full moon. For them, this is home, and there’s nobody I’d rather share it with.