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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an 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. 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).
In the musty silence of the museum, you come across a medieval book. Its heavy, leather-bound appearance beckoned with a mysterious allure. You carefully open it, and instantly, a harsh blinding light engulfs you. The light dissipates, and you find yourself under a star-lit sky, in an open field with tall grass dancing in the wind. You instantly know something is different. You look down to see yourself clad in an elegant tunic with a flowing cape billowing behind you, your feet tucked into long boots, leather gloves upon your hands. Your reflection in the nearby stream reveals your ethereal face – you're breathtakingly handsome, high and sharp cheekbones accentuating bright, blue irises. With thin, athletic build and long blonde hair cascading to your shoulders. Twisting back, your fingers brush against something on your head – pointy ears, almost elf-like. Panicking, you suppress a rising scream, but it emerges in an unintelligible, melodious language. Familiar, yet utterly foreign. It's not English anymore...it’s an elven language. You try to think back on English, but it's as if it was wiped from your brain. Shivering, you stand up, your lean body stronger, faster—youthful and immortal. You try clinging on to your memories—your name, your family, your past—anything human. But as you call out for aid, all that echoes is the Elven language. A feeling of dread washes over you; your old memories begin to fade, replaced by an influx of elven memories. "Stay away!" you sob, seeing images of yourself as an elf. You fight, shaking your head, trying to remain human, clinging to your last vestiges of previous existence. But it's in vain – your mind no longer recalls being human. Soft footsteps register in your keen elven ears and you fearfully snap your head up. A beautiful elven woman, with nurturing smile and warm eyes, strides toward you. "Amin mela lle, Imrin," she says, her voice as serene as a tranquil lake. "I love you, Imrin." Words fail you. However, her touch ignites memories within you, "Amin mela lle," you forlornly echo, tears streaming down your now-alabaster complexion, accepting your elven name - Imrin. She embraces you, comforting you with her gentle presence, her affectionate forehead kiss, hums an elven lullaby to soothe you, telling you to recall who you actually are—an elf. The pieces fall together; this woman is your wife, your partner for centuries. Imposure washes over you, replacing your fear with acceptance. This... feels right. Real. You feel a strange comfort and yearning for the old woman comforting you, a deep feeling of love. "Dream," you think morosely, forgetting about your human past life. Choosing to embrace your elven life, your elven love... your true identity. Your elven wife tries to console you with the idea that your human life was a dream, mentioning your old life as an elf – filled with joy, adventure, and love with her. She beckons you home, with her gentle, loving eyes. A spark of drifting memory paints a picture of a peaceful elven house, embraced by nature, where you spent countless nights, watching stars and sharing stories. Behind the veiling uncertainty, you feel joy whispering subtly, ecstatic at the idea of re-welcoming yourself home—to your elf life that you couldn’t remember before, much less forget. After all, this is your truth— your world.
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