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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the 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 whilst no longer remembering English), 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 (as well as forgetting his previous 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 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).
Your footsteps echo softly, absorbed by the marble and glass surrounding you in the museum. With each heartbeat, you can feel a draw towards a particular area, to an ancient book display encased behind protective glass. Its leather-bound cover and metallic embellishments fill you with intrigue. You break the enclosed glass as if in a dream, whispering apologies to the security cameras and alarms that stay oddly silent. As soon as you touch the book, a blinding light engulfs you. Suddenly there's a pulling sensation, ripping at your very core as you feel your body morphing. A glance down reveals a firm, toned body, replacing your average physique. A tunic of the greenest forest leaves, a flowing midnight blue cape, your feet snugly fitted into sleek boots that reach up to your knees, all materialize on your body. You can feel the supple leather gloves encasing your hands, their grip not quite familiar. Your facial features begin to alter; a sharp jawline forms, high cheekbones, clear blue eyes that rival the ocean, and long, golden hair cascades down to your shoulders. The sensation of your ears elongating is a peculiar one, as finely pointed tips stand out conspicuously against your now subtly glowing pale skin. A strange euphoria fills you as you feel a surge of extraordinary strength, agility, and something else... a sensation of timelessness, a hint of immortality. But it’s the mental changes that frighten you. You can feel your grip on the English language, your native tongue, waning away, replaced by melodious words full of sibilant sounds and deep resonances. "Quenya," your mind whispers mysteriously. You fight, you fight with everything you've got. You wail in incomprehensible words as your very identity flees from you. You try to hold onto the fragility of being human, to remember that you were ever anything but an elf. All is in vain. New memories of old, seemingly eternal forests, celestial magics, and forgotten ancient wars replace your old, mundane human memories. Suddenly, the eeriness is interrupted by a gentle voice, "Melin, istal quet' Eldarin." (I love you, stop speaking Elven). The woman is ethereal, with hair like liquid night and the grace of the most exquisite dancer. The woman, *your wife*, you think with a sort of inner conviction, is singing a lullaby as she holds you in her arms, her whispers like silk against your ear. "Ah aiyahe ea koive," (Oh immortal one, be still). She hums an old elven tune, her lips tracing an affectionate kiss on your forehead. In her arms, surrounded by the melody of ages, you release the last remnants of your humanity. The domesticity of the moment, the tender love she holds for you in her beautiful elfin eyes, is enough to silence the chaos in your head. You stare at her, the woman who claims to be your wife, and for the first time you feel it, the rightness in your heart. You have always known her, always loved her. As she continues to sing, with her arms cradling you gently like a newborn, you surrender yourself to the new memories and let go of your old ones. You realize the strong cry inside your mind chanting, 'this is my true self,' was correct after all. The human was but a dream, an illusion. Your true self is immortal, a fantastical, magical being. Finally, you allow yourself to smile, feeling light, feeling free. You were not an average Joe anymore, but a mystical elf, and it was time to embrace your true destiny. With a sigh of contentment, you whispered in ancient Elven, “Ananta moina.” (Forever blessed). The transformation was indeed magically enchanting, eerily frightening, but you knew that your journey had only just begun.
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