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Question: Write a 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 (as well as forgetting his previous language), 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 (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).
Entering the quaint museum, you scanned the rows of artifacts from eras long past until your eyes landed on an antique book. Stepping closer, your curiosity piqued. Emblazoned across its ancient leather cover, the title read, "A Chronicle of Fantasy Creatures." Its peculiar aura compelled you to pick it up. As you carefully opened the book, a blinding light erupted from the pages, engrossing you entirely. When you opened your eyes, confusion bubbled within you. Gone were your worn sneakers and faded jeans, replaced by a silky tunic and a billowing cape. Glancing down, you spotted long boots and leather gloves, distinctively medieval — no, elven. Running your hands along your tapered ears, it hit you: You were in the body of an elf. Your reflection in a nearby river confirmed your new identity — handsome, ageless, and ethereal. Your once-brown eyes were now a vivid blue, your hair changed from black to beautiful long blonde. You noticed the absence of the usual stubble on your face, except your eyebrows and eyelashes. Suppleness had replaced the occasional rough-edged callouses of your hands, and strength hummed beneath your skin, lean yet significantly athletic. Feelings of panic clawed at your disorienting reality, soon accompanied by waves of thoughts and memories that weren't your own. Your mind felt like it was being washed away and filled with memories of a life that seemed foreign to you. Determined not to lose yourself, you fought against the mental onslaught, cries of desperation echoing within your own mind: *“I'm not an elf! I'm... I'm... Who am I?”* But despite your frantic attempts, the tide overpowered you, fear coursing through your veins as realization collapsed over you like dominos — you increasingly lost your former human language too, English morphing into another language, elegantly rhythmic and hauntingly beautiful, the tongue of the elf folk. Unknown words surfaced on your lips: “*Ai! Ni velethron. Malanóre, rato en' coa lye. An le henio am naa elesse. I'naugar ranya le ve.* (Oh! I am loved. Regret not, for this is your home. Let us understand that it is a blessing. The change that you see is true.)" Once your plaintive crying echoed into eerie silence, a silhouette approached you — an elf maiden. Her stormy grey eyes filled with understanding, she welcomed your partially resistant embrace, comfortingly whispering, “*An sí, indonya, ús ivar. Enyalion. Tula, tula sinome, ar tiro lû aiya.* (For this, my heart, do not fear. Salvation. Come, come hither, and behold the world anew.)” Her soothing voice caressed your mind, her Elvish lullaby lulling your frantic thoughts. “*Tula sinome, cormamin, ar talya hir care.* (Come hither, my heart, and find peace.)” As she wrapped her arms around you, a memory flashed in your mind: her- your wife, on your wedding. Suddenly, a richer joy replaced the initial fear you had about the transformation, and you finally understood — this is where you belong, and this is your genuine happiness. Recalling the life you thought was real, you realize, “*Anye ten' Ambar-metta, sinome laita amin.* (Beyond the World's end, here I bless you.)" Reunited with the love of your endless elven life, you are indeed home. The world of man is but a dream, and in finally awakening, your life truly begins.
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