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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, long boots, leather gloves, pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic body, handsome and ethereal-looking face, no facial hair on the lower half of his face (he keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however), pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and forever youthful), language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering English), reality change (the reader's real world warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an elf's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off the new memories and personality, making him completely forget about being a mortal human and only remember being an elf). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. The story is that the reader was visiting a museum containing very old books and other historical artifacts, where the reader finds a book that is all about medieval fantasy creatures, he then opens the book, causing the blinding light to engulf him and thus caused the whole transformation to occur. During the mental changes, the reader is truly terrified/horrified about losing his own memories and personality as a human, so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming for help from his family/friends, crying out in tears, as well as attempting to shake his head as an attempt to get rid of the emerging elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life and he only remembers being a medieval-era elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he once remembered having). To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, an affectionate kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), making the reader realize that the elf woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the elf reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream and is happy that his life as an elf (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true life. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Not only that, but there should be quotes in elven language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those elven words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the elf woman is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. 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).
You're a casual visitor at a local museum, wandering between glass displays filled with old books and historical artifacts. Your eyes focus on one material in particular, a medieval fantasy book that sparks your curiosity. As you reach out to open the weathered pages, a blinding light envelops your body. You gasp as jolts of energy ripple across your skin; your once average male physique begins to modify. Your muscles become lean yet athletic, your skin paling to a near-white hue. Looking down, you find your ordinary clothes now transmuted into a tunic, a cape, and long boots, accompanied with leather gloves. Beneath the gloves, you discover your once thick palms have become elegantly slender. Suddenly, your reflection captures your attention: within it is an astonishingly handsome figure. Your normally rounded ears are now sharply pointed, portraying elven ears. Your face has lost any hint of facial hair displaying an ethereal visage. Your eyes, once ordinary, now shimmer with beautiful blue irises, contrasting strikingly with your now long blond hair. Though the physical changes are overwhelming, what terrifies you the most is the assault on your mind. Fragments of your human memories begin to fade, replaced by those unfamiliar thoughts in a language you initially do not recognize. You clutch your head, screaming for help, your pleas sounding strange as English shifts into an elven tongue. "Athra'siil rollorn lû," you cry - "I don’t want to forget!" Despite your struggle, your human identity slips away. You fall to your knees, tears streaming down your face. "Th'ararrollorn! Rrollorn!" - "I’m forgetting! Forgetting!" Just as you begin to succumb to despair, a soothing voice reaches your ears. "Ir, justho rollorn. Tia'nal'ai," - "Shh, don't forget. You are home." Looking up, you see a striking elf woman with soft, caring eyes. Though she speaks in elven, you understand her perfectly. She embraces you, gently whispering words of comfort and reassurance, "You are Aelathir, my husband, with an elegant, noble lineage. You've been reading that book for centuries and always return to your mortal guise. But this time, your transformation is permanent." Her words somehow soothe your panic-stricken heart. As she sings an ancient lullaby – "Lân, lân, elerinnin. Lâ, elenath gwennin," - "Sleep, sleep, little elf. Now, the stardust is falling," - the last vestiges of your human life finally fade, replaced by an immortal elven existence. In the arms of your elven wife, the intrusion of alien memories finally ends. You feel relieved, even happy, with the realization that your human life was merely a dream. With a sense of tranquility washing over you, you gaze lovingly at your wife, ready to embrace your eternal life as an elf. Suddenly, the sweet melody of the elven lullaby and the serene forest environment melts away the horror of the experience, leaving only the bliss of the endless Elven life you have to look forward to.
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