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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the 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, which are blonde like his head head now), 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 filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), 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 (as well as forgetting his previous language, with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence), 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/invading 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, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, 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 (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) 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).
Your footsteps echo in the near-empty museum, the silence broken only by the distant mumbling of few late-night scholars. A sense of calm envelops you as you find your way through ancient relics and time-worn artifacts to the oldest section of the museum. You pick up a fascinating tome titled "Enchantments of the Elven kind." The moment your fingers touched the worn yet seemingly unblemished pages, blinding light engulfs you, tearing you from your world into another realm. The sudden change of environment is overwhelming, but curiosity nudges you to explore. Your initial shock subsides as your body starts to feel different, more invigorated, yet lighter. Panic surges in your veins as you feel your ears elongating, taking a pointed shape. Your skin lightens to an ethereal pale, eyes becoming intense azure, mirroring an endless skyline. Hair turning bright blonde and growing until it reaches your waist, the transformation is surreal yet beautiful. Your clothes meld into a gods-embroidered tunic worn over medieval-style pants, neatly tucked into boots. Your hands protected by newly materialized leather gloves. Your face is further altered, leaving you without facial hair. Your mind commences to reel. You try to say your name, your real name, but it comes out as an incomprehensible word—an elven word. "Eolande," you manage to say, the language as foreign to you as the land you're in. Terror wraps around you as your memories seem to recede like the ebbing waves of the ocean. You try to fight, to hold on, screaming for your family, your friends, but the words that leave your lips are alien even to you. "Ôl ennas, Eolande." A soft voice whispers from behind. You instinctively understand. 'Everyone is here, Eolande.' Turning around, you find a stunning elven maiden, her long blonde hair streaming down like liquid gold, her sapphire eyes filled with concern. You realize you know this woman. She is your wife. "Nár na lû e-govaned vîn” she gently says, her delicate hand reaching out to touch your teary face. 'This is who you've always been, my love.' You fight, shaking your tear-streaked face. "No! I'm... I'm..." A surge of new memories floods, consuming your resistance. You see yourself with her, loving her, promising her eternity. You see yourself as an elf since the beginning. Your heart weakens, succumbs to the pain, the joy, the sorrow of memories layering atop each other. Every passing moment strips you of your humanity, embedding into your mind the lifetime of an elf. She takes your hands in hers, looks into your eyes. Her melodious voice starts to sing an Elven lullaby you inexplicably know, "Lû e-govaned vîn, Eolande." Your struggle ceases with her comforting words caressing your altered mind, 'Rest who you've always been, Eolande.' You accept her embrace as your human identity races to a slow fade. You remember only as an elf, as Eolande. The fear that gripped you now dissipates, replaced by the peace that comes with homecoming. This is who you have always been – Eolande, an eternal elf living among mythical creatures, loving a beautiful elven woman who softly sings to you beneath the starlit sky. Your past memories as a human just seem like a distant dream, and you're glad to wake up to your true reality. 'I'm Eolande,' you say to yourself, the words feeling right, feeling real. Your new being, your immortal soul, your forever language—it all fills you a sense of purpose. You are home. You have finally come home.
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