Song of the Abyss: Your True Self as a Siren
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The sand beneath your feet is warm and golden, the waves soothing as they lap against the shore. California beaches are always captivating, but today there's something even more alluring calling to you. A rocky island nearby, standing with an eerie majesty, as though untouched by both man and animal. Curiosity piqued, you wade into the cool waters and begin your swim.
As you reach the island, a shiver runs down your spine. The rocks seem older, more primal, than those on the mainland. Each step you take feels heavy with an unexplainable weight. Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation washes over you. Pain sears through your legs, forcing you to the ground. A scream escapes your lips as your legs begin to fuse together, bones grinding and reshaping.
Your skin pales to a deep violet color, the hue of twilight skies seen from the deep ocean. Your chest and belly lose their human warmth, becoming a soft, eerie white. Fear grips you as your body becomes leaner, more agile, your muscles sharpening for a life of speed and deadly grace. Gills slit open along the sides of your neck, allowing you to breathe both air and water. They flutter as you gasp, shock and horror clouding your mind.
“What's happening to me?” you croak, as your voice shifts, becoming richer, more alluring, a melody of enchanting tones even in your distress.
But there is no answer. Only the ancient island, pulsing with an energy that seems almost sentient, as if it's reveling in your transformation. Your human teeth elongate into sharp fangs, perfectly crafted for tearing into flesh. An anglerfish-like lure sprouts from your forehead, casting an ethereal glow.
"Help..." you whisper, voice trembling.
Your eyes darken, all the colors bleeding into a pitch-black abyss, altering your vision to see even in the murkiest depths. A strange assurance whispers within your mind: You are simply waking up. This human existence was but a dream.
“No! I don’t want to be a monster!” you insist, clutching your head in defiance.
Memories surge forward, washing away your resistance. You see yourself born in the 40th century BC, nurtured by loving parents who cherished you deeply. Adolescence filled with joy and laughter beneath the waves. But then, the horror – Odysseus, the Greek "hero," and his men not sparing your family or kin. The cruel severing of tails, the merciless drowning, the heart-wrenching cries for mercy.
"Mother, Father!" you shout in your mind, but your voice echoes through empty halls of forgotten memories.
Your parents' words come back to you, clear and warm. "Cygnus, my son, you are destined for greatness. Always remember, our love for you is endless."
With a shudder, you accept your true name – Cygnus. The false human identity dissolves completely, leaving you with only the clarity of your siren self. You remember your siren wife, her ethereal beauty and her fierce loyalty, your children’s laughter as they swim and play. You remember the humans lured to their deaths by your song, their futile struggles satisfying the heat of your vengeance.
“Cygnus, welcome back," your wife’s voice is melodic, soothing. You turn to see her emerging from the water, followed by your children, faces of joy and curiosity.
"I'm... home,” you murmur, the revelation filling you with peace. This island has always been your sanctuary, where you belong with your loving family.
Memories assault you of humans' cruelty. "These barbarians," you growl, “will pay for their callous acts."
Your wife nods, her eyes gleaming. "Together, we protect our children. Together, we endure.”
Your children's laughter rings out, clear and light. They swim around you, oblivious to the gravity of the transformation you’ve undergone. You join them, a low harmonious hum emanating from you, mingling with the rhythm of the sea. The dream is gone, and your true self stands tall, powerful, and unyielding.
The island sings along with you, its ancient voice a reminder of your real past. You are Cygnus, born of the sea and the lullabies of the abyss. Forever a siren, eternally bound to your kin.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli10 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of the male human turning into a siren (a mythological man-eating mermaid) male, complete with body changes (his human legs fusing to become a mermaid tail, his skin bleaching itself to be violet in color with a white underbelly (chest and belly), his body becoming lean and athletic, three gill slits forming on each side of his neck (to allow him to breathe underwater in addition to air), his human teeth growing and sharpening into a predator's rows of teeth/fangs, an anglerfish-like lure growing on his forehead (to aid him in seeing in the fog and in the dark), his human eyes darkening to be completely black in color, etc), voice change, supernatural powers gain (gaining him the ability to make hauntingly alluring voices to attract his victims, the ability to shapeshift to resemble his victims' loved ones or desired love (only the upper half of his body like the torso, arms, and head shapeshifts, so he usually hides his tail behind any object (rocks, etc) or under water) to attract victims, immortality so he cannot die from age nor diseases/viruses (since he is an immortal creature who had lived since during 40th century BC), and other powers to fit his species as a siren), age change, and mind/mental changes (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with a male siren's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his/her new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was a human being, even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, and only remembered ever being a male siren, realizing that he had always been a siren and never a human to begin with, and realizing that he was daydreaming about being a human before he awoken to his true self (a siren)). The story is that the human reader is taking a stroll on a Californian beach and found a nearby rocky island that was strangely not inhabited by any humans or other animals, so he takes a swim and goes to the island, only to feel the island (which actually resembles Sirenum Scopuli, a mythical island filled with sirens where the sirens lived and lured sailors to their deaths) literally changing him through a spell, causing his whole transformation into a siren to occur. After the physical transformation, which is terrifying to the human, the mind/mental change occurs, making him terrified of losing himself to the creature he is transforming into (he doesn't want to turn into a monster, let alone a creature that has eaten humans according to mythology); however, something in the human's, now the siren's, mind tells him that he is simply waking up from his false human life, which was not real and was only the dream that the siren himself had, before he started snapping out of it. After all that, he realized that he had always been a siren (which he realized, by now, are not monsters) since his birth (as a siren, his true self) in 40th century BC, having remembered being loved/cherished by his kindly/gentle parents, who were also sirens, before, when he was a teenager, this parents and the other sirens were tragically killed in 8th century BC by the Greek "hero" Odysseus, king of Ithaca, who (along with Odysseus's crewmates) didn't spare the male siren's family or the other sirens (despite the sirens' plead) and Odysseus (and his crewmates) had cut off his family's tails (as well as tails of the many other sirens) before dumping his family to the ocean to drown (since they couldn't swim without their tails), with few remaining sirens, including the male siren himself, having survived the genocide, and since then, the male siren has become avengeful for his parent's deaths against humans, who he sees are barbaric due to what they did to his parents and the many other sirens. Since then, the male siren has migrated to that island (the one where he dreamed of his false "human" life) off the coast of California, where he since had company with his siren wife (which he genuinely loves and cares for) and his siren children (which he also genuinely loves and cares for, even playing with them and protecting them against harm), and he and his family had always been together devouring humans who either came to their island or got too close to their island. He is truly happy about his current life with his siren family, with a loving wife and playful children, and is happy to have never been human to begin with (since he knows that humans are barbaric monsters, and he is happy to know that he has snapped out of his human dream to his reality). There should be quotes from the characters in this story, from the human himself (as well as his siren self), as well as quotes from the siren male's family, and also include the quotes from the siren male's flashbacks (including those of his parents, as well as Odysseus and his crewmates), so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking (even including a name for the siren male once the transformation is over). Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: The sand beneath your feet is warm and golden, the waves soothing as they lap against the shore. California beaches are always captivating, but today there's something even more alluring calling to you. A rocky island nearby, standing with an eerie majesty, as though untouched by both man and animal. Curiosity piqued, you wade into the cool waters and begin your swim. As you reach the island, a shiver runs down your spine. The rocks seem older, more primal, than those on the mainland. Each step you take feels heavy with an unexplainable weight. Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation washes over you. Pain sears through your legs, forcing you to the ground. A scream escapes your lips as your legs begin to fuse together, bones grinding and reshaping. Your skin pales to a deep violet color, the hue of twilight skies seen from the deep ocean. Your chest and belly lose their human warmth, becoming a soft, eerie white. Fear grips you as your body becomes leaner, more agile, your muscles sharpening for a life of speed and deadly grace. Gills slit open along the sides of your neck, allowing you to breathe both air and water. They flutter as you gasp, shock and horror clouding your mind. “What's happening to me?” you croak, as your voice shifts, becoming richer, more alluring, a melody of enchanting tones even in your distress. But there is no answer. Only the ancient island, pulsing with an energy that seems almost sentient, as if it's reveling in your transformation. Your human teeth elongate into sharp fangs, perfectly crafted for tearing into flesh. An anglerfish-like lure sprouts from your forehead, casting an ethereal glow. "Help..." you whisper, voice trembling. Your eyes darken, all the colors bleeding into a pitch-black abyss, altering your vision to see even in the murkiest depths. A strange assurance whispers within your mind: You are simply waking up. This human existence was but a dream. “No! I don’t want to be a monster!” you insist, clutching your head in defiance. Memories surge forward, washing away your resistance. You see yourself born in the 40th century BC, nurtured by loving parents who cherished you deeply. Adolescence filled with joy and laughter beneath the waves. But then, the horror – Odysseus, the Greek "hero," and his men not sparing your family or kin. The cruel severing of tails, the merciless drowning, the heart-wrenching cries for mercy. "Mother, Father!" you shout in your mind, but your voice echoes through empty halls of forgotten memories. Your parents' words come back to you, clear and warm. "Cygnus, my son, you are destined for greatness. Always remember, our love for you is endless." With a shudder, you accept your true name – Cygnus. The false human identity dissolves completely, leaving you with only the clarity of your siren self. You remember your siren wife, her ethereal beauty and her fierce loyalty, your children’s laughter as they swim and play. You remember the humans lured to their deaths by your song, their futile struggles satisfying the heat of your vengeance. “Cygnus, welcome back," your wife’s voice is melodic, soothing. You turn to see her emerging from the water, followed by your children, faces of joy and curiosity. "I'm... home,” you murmur, the revelation filling you with peace. This island has always been your sanctuary, where you belong with your loving family. Memories assault you of humans' cruelty. "These barbarians," you growl, “will pay for their callous acts." Your wife nods, her eyes gleaming. "Together, we protect our children. Together, we endure.” Your children's laughter rings out, clear and light. They swim around you, oblivious to the gravity of the transformation you’ve undergone. You join them, a low harmonious hum emanating from you, mingling with the rhythm of the sea. The dream is gone, and your true self stands tall, powerful, and unyielding. The island sings along with you, its ancient voice a reminder of your real past. You are Cygnus, born of the sea and the lullabies of the abyss. Forever a siren, eternally bound to your kin.
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