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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an 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 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). 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 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're strolling through the aged corridors of the local museum, an unusual book kept in a glass case catches your eye. It's ancient, covered in dust, but the gold words on the cover say: "Lore of the Elder Realms". The curator, intrigued by your fascination, thoughtfully opens the case and hands you the book. Just as you turn the first leaf, a blinding light engulfs you, but you find you cannot look away or close the book. The museum, the curator, the world you knew fades away as the light illuminates your very core. You feel your body changing, becoming lean and muscular, your once plain features transforming into an aesthetically pleasing countenance. You can feel your ears lengthen and sharpen, completing a visage fit for a fantasy elf. Your clothes shimmer and rearrange themselves, morphing into a tunic, a cape, gloves - an ensemble suitable for a medieval setting - and long boots; all in shades of green and brown, colors of the earth and forest. Your hair, once brown or black, begins to take on a golden hue. It grows long, and as you catch a glimpse of your reflection in a pond, you note the change; your jet-black eyelashes now a golden shade, perfectly complimenting your now pale skin and the incredibly striking blue of your eyes. As soon as your physical transformation finishes, a sharp pain explodes in your mind. Your heart pounds as you realize your memories, your personality, are shifting. Panicked, you attempt to cling to your fading memories - your family, your friends, all of life as you knew it in an urban, human world. "Mother! Father!" you cry out in English, but the sentences transform midway, the words shifting to an elven dialect. "Tatya! Nando!" you shout, wishing for the reassurance of familiar faces that will never come. Just as you begin to cry out in fear and desperation, a soothing lullaby tumbles through the wind. "Tira i lanessë, haryalyë..." (Be calm in your heart, remember...). The soothing tones warm something within you, giving you strength even as your old life slips from your grasp. Time seems to slow down, tragically and beautifully, like peering through the lens of a kaleidoscope. A woman emerges from the nearby forest, her elven features glow gold in the late afternoon sun. She looks at you with immeasurable tenderness, as if she had known you forever. "Tye estanë, Olórinyan..." she whispers, offering you a comforting hug (You've been gone, my eternal flame...). Hot tears streak down your face as you struggle to remember her while battling emerging elven memories. As you look into her blue eyes that mirror yours, recognition sparks. The look in her eyes, the gentleness of her touch, it all resonates with something deep within you. As your wife softly holds your hands and kisses you with a love forged over centuries, your last memories as a human disintegrate, paving the way for your elven memories to claim your consciousness. With the resolution that your human life was never tangible, that it was only a dream you were in, you feel a sense of relief, a lightness. Embracing your eternal life as an elf, you look at your wife. Love, something universal, whether human or elf, sparks between you, guiding you to your newfound reality: a life filled with magic, mythical creatures, and a tender love story that took centuries to nurture.
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