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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a leather belt strapped around his waist, a long flowing cape held by a clasp around his shoulders, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped around him, long and 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), voice change (the reader's voice becomes a beautifully-sounding male elf's voice to fit with his new elven bloodline), language shift (quickly changing from English to an elven language despite his best efforts, 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, the reader is now in a fantasy-esque wooded meadow and/or forest with a nearby elven village, where the elven reader lives), 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, having no memory of science, modern life, theory of evolution, etc, and only remember being an elf, realizing that he has always lived in a fantastical world created by gods, knowing every elven powers and weaponry (including archery), having lived in an immortal elven life in his home village with his elf wife, and among others). 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 completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English multiple times, but to no avail and all he said are words of an elven 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/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), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (she's the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into an elf himself) comes up to the reader (she's happy to see the human reader turning into her brave husband and warrior elf) and comforts him with a gentle hug, gently wiping away the reader's tears, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him that his human life was just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember his elven body and life (all in elven language rather than in English), 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), she is telling this new truth to the transforming (which the reader truly/completely believes), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human before or during the transformation, and is also completely unaware that his transformation had ever happened), and he is happy that his life as a brave, smart, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa) and has married centuries ago, as well as having his loyal companions who follow him, and he himself being guided and supported by the gods who created this fantasy world) is his true and only 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).
As you strolled around the dimly lit, artifact-filled museum, your eyes were drawn to a book. It held a certain allure, a tinge of ancient magic seeping from its crusty pages. Intrigued, you delicately picked it up and blew off the layers of dust. Its title read, "Lore of the Elven Folk." As you slowly opened the book, a blinding light engulfed you. Suddenly, you could feel your body odd. You felt your ears lengthening and sharpening to a point. Turning to a nearby glass display case, you were shocked to see yourself in an entirely new form. Reflected in the glass was an ethereal-looking elf. You touched your face—smooth, pale skin devoid of facial hair, but long, blonde eyelashes and eyebrows. You ran your fingers through your long, shiny blonde hair, reached up to your curiously pointy ears, and felt your thin, lean, yet athletically built body. Over your tunic, you wore a long, flowing cape held by a clasp around your shoulders. Medieval-styled pants were tucked neatly underneath long boots. A leather belt strapped around your waist held your quiver and bow. Leather-gloved hands gripped the handle of your new equipment. Yet, all these didn’t feel foreign. They somehow felt right, except for the sudden jumble of thoughts in your head. "Mi lle merna?", you wondered aloud. Bewildered by the shift in language, you tried to repeat, only to produce the same strange phrase. Panicked, you screamed out for familiar faces, but only the phrase "Amin mela lle," came out. Tears welled up in your eyes as your English sentences morphed halfway into an elegant, melodious language. Your mind filled with bristling archery techniques, strategies against goblins, dragon species, and knowledge of this alien woodland fairytale around you. But then, the voice of a female elf broke through your frantic thoughts. "Ar' lle vasamin, mela lle?" Her voice was like soothing waves washing over you. She looked at you with deep, knowing eyes, "Believe, mi’lle. Remember". As she took your hands and pulled you into a tender embrace, an odd sense of familiarity washed over you. You looked deep into her blue eyes and felt a wave of affection. This was your wife, this was your life. The realization filled you with a sense of peace. You leaned into her, feeling your tears dry as you whispered, "Mela lle, Ilfirin." I love you, Immortal One. She smiled warmly, a soft touch brushing away your tears. Pecking your lips lightly, she reminded, "Mae coiada nauva naa lle ar lle coia i’aur, Lirimaer." In the moments of quiet, let there be you and you forever, Beloved. Now standing in the middle of this idyllic village, the past seemed like a fading dream. The elven life, the language, the loving wife, the heroic deeds – it was as if this was the only life you've ever known. Your previous human existence as you recalled, felt now like the figment of a forgotten dream. The transition was terrifying, ruthless, yet strangely warming and welcoming. And while to many it may seem like you've lost yourself, you know in your heart that you've just become a more magical version of yourself. After all, isn't change merely a metamorphosis? You were no longer the average human museum-goer; you were Anor, the immortal elf, a guardian of the woodland elves, a harbinger of adventure and enchantment, living an endless tale in a mystical realm of fantasy.
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