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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), 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, 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 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).
You stroll leisurely into the museum, facades of grandeur around you crowded with a myriad of artifacts from times gone by. Before you, an assortment of ancient books containing lore and history attract your curious gaze. Glittering in the faint museum light, one particular tome catches your eye - a beautifully crafted book, perhaps about creatures of fantasy or medieval myths. Curiosity piqued, you approach the book, heart pounding with anticipation. You can feel the anticipation rising with each step. You reach out and grasp the hardcover in your hands, fingers tracing along the embossed surface. You draw a deep breath and allow your eyes to drink in the ornate designs, before nudging it open. Blinding light immediately consumes your vision and an incandescent beam leaps from the book, engulfing your body. As you squint, trying to protect your retinas from the overwhelming busr, everything around warps and twists. Your surroundings dissolve into nothing, leaving you suspended in a sea of white. When the scenery settles down, it's as if you've been submerged in a lush sea of fantastical greenery. You gaze down at your hands, long fingers adorned with supple leather gloves. Your attire has altered into a tunic and long boots coated with the hue of the muddy cloak now flowing behind. Your lower face seems smooth, rid of facial hair. Looking at a pond nearby, an ethereal and handsome reflection looks back at you - fair skin, blue orbs for eyes, long wavy blonde hair, and sharp ears. As you take it all in, a feeling of ethereal grace and vitality consumes you. Intuitively, you know that you have become an elf - immortal "Quinthalian," as an unknown language emerges in your mind. "Quinthalian" - you understand that it means immortal, but how? You gasp in surprise as the human world you once knew crumbles and transforms into a medieval realm. Trying to cling onto the remains of your human identity, you fight against the surge of memories not your own. Overwhelmed and clinging onto your fleeting human identity, you cry out for help, tears of panic staining your cheeks. But your calls don't fall on human ears anymore. An ethereal woman rushes towards you, worry etched on her soft features. The words that flow from her lips are in a language unknown, yet perfectly understood. "Linaurë, imika," she pleads, her hand covering yours. "Sunshine, remember." Her arms wrap around you, consoling you in your chaotic state of confusion. An alien affection brews inside you and the words she whispers soothe your fraying mind. "Nalë lina sinomë, normë ar llaurë, nalë lina quanta ar undómë," she sings. Her soothing lullaby translates to "Sleep here in peace, deep and golden, sleep full and dark." What scares you most is how this strange lullaby calms you. More terrifying is the recognition like a beacon breaking through the remnants of your human mind. This woman, your wife, a woman you remember marrying centuries ago, a woman you love with all your being. She's here, grounding you, anchoring you to this world you didn't know, yet remember vividly. A wave of relief washes over you as everything slots into place, the panic slowly subsiding as you accept this new reality. Your human life was but a whisper amidst the wind, a brief spec of dream dust in the grand tapestry of elven lore. You smile, the once dreaded change now heartening. You are an elf, forever youthful, immersed in magics and wisdom forgotten by human history. Looking deep into the tranquil blue eyes of your wife, you realize you have everything you need here in this world, with her. The final threads of human memories dissolve into the vibrant tapestry of your elven life. For the first time as an elf, you truly smile, embracing the wave of elven memories that strikes you, flooding you with centuries of joy, love, and wisdom. Your human life was a simple dream. Your elven life - the only life you remember - starts now and was meant to be. Your beloved elf wife, holding you warmly, confirms that.
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