"From Reader to Keyblade Wielder: The Transformation into Sora in a Musical World"

It's another mundane night in your apartment when your mind catches a metallic glint from the corner of your eye. Oddly enough, it's a keyblade, looking very much like something out of a video game. Intrigued, you hold it lightly, your fingers tracing its cold, intricate design. The room is swiftly bathed in a blinding light, pulsing like a heartbeat. Feeling a strange pull in your chest, you close your eyes, clenching the keyblade in your grasp. An alien sensation takes over - a stretching, warping feeling that consumes your form. Unseen hands seem to reach out, tugging at every detail, every characteristic. The transformation feels swift - too swift. And when you finally open your eyes, nothing is the same. You glance down, your clothes transformed into a black v-neck t-shirt with white hemming and black shorts secured by red straps. A black hooded jacket encases your form. Even your shoes and gloves have changed, merging seamlessly into the iconic attire from the video game, Kingdom Hearts III. A mirror situated on the wall shows your reflection, and you are hit with the realization that isn't just the clothes that have altered - you've become Sora. It's shocking, but almost thrilling. But an ever-present feeling of dread takes over as you feel a rush of memories flooding into your mind. "Fight," you tell yourself, struggling to keep your own persona intact. But it's like standing in front of a tidal wave. Sora's memories assert themselves, pushing back your own. You feel a cold chill of terror as your own memories begin to fade, receding until flickers remain, replaced with memories of a completely different world, filled with colorful characters, adventures, troubles, victories, and defeats. It's almost beautiful how these memories come rushing in; they weave an enthralling tale that keeps you captivated, even as you feel yourself get consumed by them. The faces of Donald and Goofy, your friends, the villains, the sense of duty, and the promise embedded deep within your heart. Against the onslaught, your mind capitulates, surrendering completely. With each passing moment, you become more of him, his essence bleeding into your reality, replacing yours. His bravery became your bravery, his optimism your optimism. The spark in your heart mirrors his, the same heroic drive, the same duty. Sora recognizes the heavy weight of the keyblade, feels the familiar cool handle against your palm. You grasp it with a sense of purpose, the metal seeming to hum in your hold. As Sora, heart pumping, keyblade steady, you leave your apartment for Kingdom Hearts. Somewhere in the corner of your new mind, a dream, just a flicker of another life emerges. A distant memory of you as a mundane person. But then it vanishes, leaving behind just a trace, like waking from a dream, where everything is hazy and irretrievable. Your old world becomes a forgotten dream, a distant reality that vanishes like mist. This is your reality, you are Sora, a Keyblade wielder in Kingdom Hearts. And there was never anything different. The stories of other worlds, friendships, battles, and saving the universe are your own. Each battle one, each friend saved, each world saved, these are all your achievements. These memories, this duty, this life, they belong to you, who was always Sora from the start.