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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 completely 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), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. 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 true love's 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 actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human nor the transformation that had happened) 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 step into the hushed quiet of the museum. Ancient books line towering shelves, their covers worn and pages yellowed with age. Your fingers trace over the cracked spine of a particular old tome titled, 'Realms of Fantasy'. Intrigued, you gingerly flip open the cover. In a blink, a blinding surge of light fills your vision. The world around you warps and shapeshifts. The ancient walls of the museum dissolve, replaced by sprawling forests and grand castles, piercing the clouds. A rush of vertigo sweeps over you as colors blur and meld. Suddenly, everything clarifies. You stagger, unused to the leanness of your body. Turning around, you're struck by your reflection in a still pond nearby. Pale, ethereal, unearthly. There's no facial hair obscuring your lower face, smooth as marble. Your ears extend to points, framed by blonde hair cascading down your back. Eyelashes and eyebrows, too, blonde yet full. You'd always been average-looking, but now your face, sharper, more defined, holds a certain enchanting allure, with intense exquisite blue irises. You examine your body, slender and athletic, outfitted in a stylish tunic, pants neatly tucked into brown long-boots, a long flowing cape and sturdy leather gloves. You feel light on your feet, yet your body resonates with latent power. A disorienting wave of memories floods through you. Archery lessons, rivalries with goblins, marriage to an elven woman - all of it feels realer than anything. Fear overwhelms you as you realize your own human memories, your human life, is rapidly fading. You cry out, the syllables warped and twisted into a new language in your mouth. "No - esierch! Mathan! Elan!" you yell, pleading in Elvish for your family, for help. You try shaking away the invading memories, clinging onto what little left there is of your human existence. But lost in a sea of Elvish thoughts, your human tongue fails you. English morphs into exotic intonations and elegant wordplay, like "*Amin mela lle*" (I love you), words you didn't even realize you knew. Suddenly, a soft touch halts your panicked thoughts. An elven woman looks at you with a loving gaze; her beauty only matched by the understanding and care in her eyes. She hugs you gently, and you unconsciously sink into her familiar comfort. She reaches out, cradling your face. Her lips find yours in a kiss, a spark of affection that echoes in your soul with a sacred love you've always known. She starts singing a haunting lullaby in Elvish. "*Lirimaera, Alassea, Hekea,* - Sleep, Happy, Quiet," Her voice, enchanting and soothing, weaves a spell of tranquility around you. "Telinte - remember,” she whispers, her gaze penetrating. Your mind resists for a moment and then a calm acceptance washes over you. Your desperate attempts to retain your human self weakened, overtaken by the tranquil reality of being an elf. A final breath of relief slips past her lips. "*Amin mela lle, Elan,"* she whispers into your ear, pulling away, her eyes glistening in reassurance - reaffirmation of a love shared for centuries, a love you've only now remembered. It all makes sense now, the happiness you feel is insurmountable. The human life was merely a dream. A long-forgotten dream. Because here, as an elf, in the tender embrace of your immortal beloved, things had somehow skewed back to how they're supposed to be. At that moment, you realize; You are not losing your true self, you are finding it.
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