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Question: Write the 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 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).
As you enter the large, grandeur museum housing relics of the ancient past, your eyes land upon a peculiar old book, nestled amongst medieval artifacts. The title: "Chronicles of the Ancient Fantasy Creatures" piques your interest. Opening the book, an incandescent, blinding light swallows you whole, transporting you into an entirely new reality. Reality distorts, warps around you. Your reflection in a nearby mirror catches your attention. Your previously shaven face is transformed into a work of art. The stubble on your face gradually lessens till clean skin replaces it. Your overall physique becomes lean and thin yet vigorously athletic. Your facial structure sharpens, akin to the elegance of an ethereal being. You touch the edges of your ears, grown elongated and sharp, giving a sensation of novelty. Inspecting the rest of your body, you are clad in long, pointed boots replacing your worn-out sneakers. A majestic cape lays over your shoulders, an enchanting forest green tunic encompasses your body, and your hands find themselves in well-crafted leather gloves in place of your wristwatch. You lift a hand to your face and see your skin pale compares to your original color. Your hair, once short and dark, now flows down to your shoulder in a golden waterfall, shimmering in the ethereal light. When you look at your eyes in the mirror, irises of the bluest hue stare back at you, sparkling with as much wonder as you feel. While these physical alternations are a bewildering spectacle, the invasion to your mind is truly terrifying. Words, sounds, and phrases of a language unknown till now, flood in. You open your mouth to scream for your family and friends but the words that leave your lips are foreign. Panic sets in, as you struggle to grab onto the familiar but each English word disappears, replaced instantly by this ancient Elven tongue. You feel a strange connection with your surroundings and it's as if you not only understand but instinctively speak, read and respond in this previously unknown Elven language. It's as if your human memories are being elbowed out, replaced by memories of an Elven existence. Despite your best efforts, you find each human memory losing its grip, slipping away. Hands clasp your shoulders, jolting you from the clandestine fight in your mind. Turning around, you come face to face with a beautiful Elven woman. Her silver eyes hold kindness and concern when she speaks soothingly in the now-familiar Elven tongue. "Lle naa haran e' nausalle." (You are safe in my arms). She pulls you into a hug, her hands rubbing soothing circles into your back as she hums an Elven lullaby: "Coir'elea, nae elluin, tou nae lúthiel nîn. (Under the stars, you are my light.) Amin adore tye, amin adore tye, lye naa lle nîn. (I adore you, I adore you, you are mine.) Theye naa ruin nîn, lye naa lûthien nîn. (Your eyes are my star, your heart is my song.) Mela lle, mela lle, mela lle. (Love you, love you, love you.)" She ends with a gentle kiss on your forehead and a whispered, "Remember who you truly are, Thalion.". The sincerity in her voice as she utters this name - your name - it snaps something in you. The fight within you subsides, the memories settle and you remember, she is your wife. “My wife, Nienna," you breathe out, embracing her tighter. It all feels nostalgic, familiar, like you've known her all your life and a joyous feeling settles in your being. It feels... right. Your human life feels like a dream, replaced by your true Elven life, with your beautiful wife, in this mesmerizing world. The once horrifying transformation now feels like you were merely remembering who you always were - Thalion, the Elven husband of Nienna, forever youthful, immortal, and truly complacent in his existence. As an ethereal fantasy Elf, in a medieval world, it’s where your true destiny lies. Your Elven life is no longer foreign but home; it was always meant to be yours, forever.
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