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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, 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, 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).
You're just an average book-lover browsing your favorite pastime – a museum boasting ancient artifacts. Among the dust-encrusted relics, a beautifully-bound tome catches your eye: a medieval encyclopedia of mythical creatures. The book beckons you - its allure impossible to resist. You reach out, hearing the whisper of aged parchment as it opens to a dazzling display of illustrations and symbols resembling languages of old. As you flip through pages of griffins and dragons, your eye catches a glowing elf emblem. The moment your finger touches the intriguing drawing, a brilliant, blinding light engulfs you. Panic wells up as your surroundings dissolve around you, drawing you into the heart of the spellbound book. Abruptly, the radiance dims, giving way to a whole new world—a world straight out of the book you just held. Unfolding vistas of enchanted forests, grand medieval cities, mythical creatures roaming freely - a breathtaking fantasy world. Examining your physique, you realize with awe, yet an unsettling dread, that you no longer remain an average human. Instead, you've become a lean and athletic elf with fair skin, a beautiful, ethereal face, mysterious blue eyes, and long blonde hair—your appearance befitting the elegance of elfin nobility. You find yourself in a fine tunic with a flowing cape, medieval styled pants tucked neatly into long boots, complete with modest leather gloves. Your ears prick to the whisper of the wind, and your hands move instinctively, summoning eldritch magic. You feel the surge of power, the sensation of agelessness, the unfamiliarity of eternal youth. Knowingly, you understand—immortality is now part of who you are. All these changes, while awe-inspiring, are not as terrifying as the one you dread—a fundamental shift in your very consciousness. You find your thoughts interlacing alien memories, your mind taking on the persona of your new elven self. Horror-stricken, you fight, screaming out for familiar faces, tears streaming. Yet, the elven language spills from your lips as English fades into forgotten whispers. "Drí mae, san nae, an dwe," you croak mid-scream, the shape of human Speech no longer familiar to your tongue. Fear root you to the spot as your mortal memories die out, replaced by age-old elven wisdom. Amidst the storm in your mind, a suddenly familiar, calming melodic voice breaks through, "Na lû e-govaned vîn, mellon (Don't be afraid, my friend)." The presence of an elven woman standing before you envelops you in a gentle, comforting warmth. She whispers comforting words of an elven lullaby, her soft hand tenderly removing a tear from your now-ageless cheeks. She plants a kiss and envelopes you in a hug, causing elven memories to bloom like spring flowers: her laughter, whispers, shared secrets. And then, as the dust of conflict settles within your soul, you remember her. Your wife. Your partner of centuries, forever etched in the soul of this elf body you now inhabit. And in that moment, you know. The mortal life before this was a dream—a shadow—and this new elven life is your truth. The song of the wind becomes your lullabye. The rustling of the leaves your kin's whispers. The scent of blossoming flowers your wife's perfume. You smile, ready to embrace the new dawn as a proud, immortal elf, oblivious to the human life you once had.
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