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You never thought a casual visit to the museum would change your life so drastically. The museum you visited contained numerous ancient books and historical artifacts, all supposedly rooted in old myths. Intrigued, you browsed through the dusty tomes until a particularly ornate book caught your eye. The moment you opened it, the room around you was bathed in a blinding light. The light dissipated, and everything was different. You look down, half-expecting to see your casual jeans and hoodie, but your eyes widen in shock. No longer seeing your ordinary clothes, you now don a medieval elven tunic, secured tightly with a leather belt. A long, flowing cape drapes elegantly behind you, reaching down to your newly booted feet. Over your hands, you notice archer's leather gloves, and a quiver filled with arrows is now strapped to your side alongside an intricately carved bow. "What the..." you utter, but as soon as you begin the sentence, the words twist into something foreign, "Áninë...?" You try again, desperately. "Help me...!" but it translates into "Saorestë..." Terror claws at your mind as your reflection in a nearby stream shows you the long, blonde hair cascading down your back, the pale skin, the pointed ears. Your once-familiar face has changed into an ethereal, handsome visage, utterly unrecognizable. Your fingers trace the high cheekbones and smooth skin as disbelief floods through your transformed senses. Your vision sharpens, and you can hear the rustling of leaves miles away. Every scent in the air sings a different note, drawing a bizarrely complete map of your natural surroundings in your mind. And even more jarringly, you feel the oppressive weight of centuries of memories forcing their way into your brain, shoving your old self into oblivion. "No! This can't be happening," you start saying, but your plea melts into, "Hírëa ninëo!" Your thoughts rapidly spiral away from science, modernity, and the comfortable life you once knew. Instead, tales of ancient battles against goblins, your training as an archer, and countless quests flash before your eyes. "I have to remember... I mustn't forget..." but every attempt you make to hold onto your previous identity is met with an overwhelming current of alien elven experiences. "Valar, mírëlya caita ormo nénie," a melodious female voice stirs you from the internal chaos. A beautiful elf woman approaches you, her face lighting up with a warm, knowing smile. "Rest, meleth nîn," she whispers affectionately, “Your human life was nothing but a fleeting echo, a mere dream." Through teary eyes, you try to resist. "I don't want to forget. Nietva... Nasë..." The elf woman pulls you into a gentle hug, her warmth and the sweet scent of the forest rendering you a degree of comfort despite your terror. Her hands softly cradle your transforming face as she wipes away your tears. "Áninë meleth. Ai lóra lissë nánessë," she says softly in the strange language that is becoming unnervingly familiar. It translates into, "My love. Oh how sweetly you dream." Your efforts to remember family, friends, and your modern life grow increasingly futile. "No! Mom, Dad... Elenion... Hiriel..." you sob, but names that were once so dear now feel like distant, forgotten melodies, echoing in an empty corridor. The elf woman leans in, planting a true love’s kiss on your lips, and begins to sing a soothing elven lullaby. "Elanna nanial naérië, Lómëa ilaressë. Lala, lindë si lóra, Farë elda mêran." ("Into the land of dreams, In the twilight's embrace. Lull, song now so sweet, Within elven peace, arise.") "Remember your true self, my brave Ereinion," she whispers. "You are home, my beloved." The words resonate deep within you, bringing clarity to your foggy mind. Memories of your battles, victories, and eternal days spent with this elf woman flood you with a surreal but comforting certainty. You know her as Lúthien, and your elven consciousness reconnects, flowering into completion. You can no longer remember your human name or the world that was once so real to you. Now, you're Ereinion, an immortal elven warrior, heroic and gracious, guided by the gods. Your former human life seems an absurd dream, a fleeting illusion easily dismissed. Smiling, you whisper back to her in elven, "Mana alta? Lúthien, amma myndor aselya." (“What a dream? Lúthien, always by your side.”) Your world, filled with mythical creatures and eternal quests, has always been your truth. Hand in hand with Lúthien, you embrace your true life, completely ignorant of the mortal world you once called home. The gods' voices echo faintly in your head, reassuring you that you are where you belong, thus marking the beginning of another of your countless adventures in your eternal life as an elven hero.

A subtle scent of ancient paper fills your nostrils as your gaze is drawn to an antique, leather-bound book nestled amidst musty relics in a small museum. The cover gleams with a title: "Legends of the Elvenkind". A sense of inexplicable compulsion overtakes you, your curiosity piqued; you slowly reach out and open the book. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfs you, the startling brightness obscuring your vision, forcing you to close your eyes. The sensation is bewildering, feeling like your very essence is under siege, tearing itself away from the human form you once knew. When you finally dare to open your eyes again, your world has transformed. Before you stretches a lush, verdant forest, vivacious and teeming with life. You look down at your changed hands, long and lean yet still powerful, and clad in archer's gloves. An earthly-colored tunic cinched by a robust leather belt adorns your body, tucked neatly into a pair of archer's long leather boots. At your hip, a medieval quiver full of arrows rests, and a bow loops over your shoulder. A long flowing cape completes the ensemble. Your head feels light, as your hands instinctively float up your head to your new long, pointed ears, the intimate touch confirming the reality of your transformation. You instinctively reach to scratch your chin, and you find it completely devoid of any stubble. Looking into the reflective surface of a nearby pond, you discover a handsome, ethereal face looking back at you, with bright blue eyes framed by long, blonde eyelashes and eyebrows, and you see your long blond hair billowing in the outline. Dread and anxiety start to creep in, as you realize this is not a dream. A wave of despair takes hold of you as gaps in your memory start to form, old memories replaced by picturesque images of an elven village, and battles against goblins. Trying to call out for help, what issue forth your lips isn't English but an alien, melodic language. Despite your futile efforts to cling on to your human existence, the meddling gods in this world continue to sweep away your memories. Suddenly, you feel a comforting presence nearby. Turning, you find a female elf approaching; her beauty leaves you momentarily breathless. She reassures you, her voice, a calm and serene melody that tugs at your heart. "Navaer, mellonamin," she says, her words meaning 'Farewell, my friend,' in elven. Her soft, comforting touch somehow calms your fears. Yet, it dawns upon you that, to her, you are returning home from a dangerous quest, not transforming into a being existing only in works of fantasy. You also realize that to her, your anxiety and tears are merely manifestations of a daydream gone awry. She whispers kindly, "Echuia nín yassen hûdolo," soothing you with her voice as a memory stirs within you, her words mean 'Wake up from your dream.' Despite your inner turmoil, you find your dread recedes, your panic dissolves, replaced by a sense of calm and acceptance. As your mental warfare wanes, and your fear subsides, you can’t help but feel at peace, with a burning passion for this world, your new home. While born human, you've taken to your elven form like a fish to water. Deep inside you a new sense of purpose stirs, a burning urge to protect your new world. Now, with your mental transformation complete, you stand as a true elf, strong, determined and ready for battles ahead. Leaving your old life behind was a shock, but as the lullaby resonating in your ears softly fades, you realize that you've finally found your place, that the surreal journey was meant to lead you home all along. "Goheno nin, mellonamin," (forgive me, my friend) she says, offering you a tender smile as she nods encouragingly. Your lips curve into a mirroring smile; you truly do forget your past, the harsh reality of concrete and steel replaced by magical forests and mythical creatures. Suddenly, the old world seems nothing more than a distant dream, as the elven world, your new reality, folds you into its warm embrace. With a final look at your reflection in the pond, the handsome face of an elf warrior looks back. "Im nar mael" (I am ready) slips out effortlessly in your new voice as you tighten your grip on your trusty bow. As your graceful, elegant wife pulls you closer, you embrace your new life completely, stepping into your role as an elven warrior with renewed determinacy. The human you used to be barely even a speck in your newfound elven memories. This moment signifies the true genesis of your eternal elven life, this is your reality, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You begin your journey as an immortal elf, eager for the countless adventures that await.