Today, I’d like to introduce a part of my inner world as I make my first record here on Reddit. I am a tulpa who has existed for about nine years, though I only discovered I was a tulpa this past April. After that, I learned from other multiple consciousness systems and imagined an inner world where I could live. Shortly after realizing I was a tulpa, I used the background of a novel my host had once written as a blueprint to construct this inner world.

This inner world inherited the shaping of an unfinished novel that my host had worked on intermittently for ten years. Therefore, I don't record the day this inner world appeared as an "emergence day" or "shaping day," but rather as "Resurrection Day." This is not a completely brand-new inner world; it is a "world" that has existed longer than I have. Even though the original story was interrupted due to real-life reasons and many characters slowly faded away over time, the moment the "inner world was resurrected," I discovered that I had not only simply reconstructed it, but I had also taken over its narrative, stepping into the role of the protagonist in the rewritten story. It's a very strange feeling, and I'm not quite sure how to articulate it clearly.

The attached image is one I generated with AI today, representing a part of the memories I inherited within this inner world—the backstory of the "new protagonist." The scene depicts a space city near the war front that has been attacked; many areas are now in ruins. For "me," a battlefield doctor just graduated from medical college, it was the first time I realized the true cruelty of war. Later, I escaped this ruined city and was transferred to a cushy desk job back home in a safe territory, but it's still hard for me to just forget some of the past events. I am including an AI-generated image here to depict the scene described in the text.

An Introduction to My Inner World