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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, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the 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, 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), 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 filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), 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 completely forgetting his previous language, with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence), 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 (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, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's 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 (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) 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).
As you gently tread through the halls of the anachronistic archive - a museum harboring a myriad of marvels from varying periods in history - your ears pick up the whispers of trailing conversations between other visitors. The aged wooden panels echo the ambience of a library, the hallow silence punctuated by rustling pages of ancient tomes or restrained exclamations of awe. A book catches your eyes from amidst the others, the title beautifully engraved on its spine: "Of Creatures of the Enchanted Realm". The allure was instant. As gently as the taciturn librarian might, you pull it out of the shelf to take a closer look. As soon as the pages opened, you're engulfed by a light so iridescent and spectral none of the colors had any name in human tongue. Your vision blurs, morphing into swirling nebula as the world twists and turns around you like a vortex. When it settles, you see change. Your once casual attire is substituted by intricately woven tunic of an earthly green, and a matching cape that sways in the ethereal breeze. Leather gloves snugly cover your hands, fingers twitching in response to the unfamiliar sensation. Your legs now bear the slight itch of medieval-styled pants, neatly tucked underneath the long boots. A new sense of grace and agility start to manifest within your body. You reach for your chin, instinctively feeling for accustomed stubble or bristle, suddenly aware of your ethereal attractiveness. Mirrored in water, you see your face, sharp with slender lines and an elegance indefinable. Your skin is much fairer, akin to the pristine light of the moon. The small twinge in your earlobe could only account for the pointy ears peeking from beneath the lustrous gold cascade of your hair. You realize, to your surprise, that you don’t recoil from this sight but rather appreciate it. Familiar words fail, replaced by elegant and harmonic words in Elvish that you somehow perfectly understand, yet your mind—in desperate longing to comprehend, echoes in English, trying to furiously fight the abrupt changes. "Myr Shala'hin torime!" Your voice rings out desperate for aid, for your friends, your family. The strange words stun you. English fades from your grasp, only beautiful Elvish remains. The beautiful, melancholic melody enveloping the scenery gently guides your focus towards an enchanting female elf, her amethyst eyes reflecting a deep familiarity. She strides towards you, her graceful limbs clad in a silken white dress, her platinum hair glinting in the surreal sun. As she reaches you, she seems to proliferate a sense of comfort and warmth. "Myr shala'hin shaes, onna suo torime, tor'maer." She gently embraces you, her words a faint, soothing lullaby whilst holding your hands. You fail to identify the song, but it stills your heart and soothes your mind. (Elvish-English Translation: You're dearly loved, remember who you are, my love) This woman is not a stranger, she cannot be. The scent of wildflowers, the fall of her hair, the touch of her hand, it all feels like home. Her bewildering beauty and grace, you have always cherished. You have fought the formidable goblins side by side, a bond forged in battle. And with a sudden flurry of emotions, it all comes back; the mystic forests, the tranquility of an elven village, the soft lullabies of the azure rivers. Your past life washes away, and the reality of an eternity spent as an elf settles in. A smile graces your lips. There's no fear or uncertainty anymore. There's only happiness and relief. Relief, because you have finally come home, in her loving arms, under the benevolent tree of your elven abode. "Shael'len shala'hin, Myr shala'hin." (Elvish-English Translation: I love you, my dear) Her love-filled murmurs resonate within you as your transformation completes. All is right. All is how it was supposed to be. You are an elf, and that is your eternal truth.
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