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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), 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, 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 stroll through the aisles of the antique museum, your gaze falls upon a peculiar book, its cover adorned with images of mythical creatures, elves predominant among them. Unable to resist its appeal, you cautiously open the cover, revealing a burst of blinding light. You barely have time to gasp before the world goes white around you. As your vision returns, you perceive elements of your bearings altering. You feel a cool, comfortable fabric enveloping your body. Looking down, you gasp, no longer clad in your casual shirt and jeans. Instead, a resplendent tunic clothing your chest, an enchanting cape swirling around you, and long boots, coupled with leather gloves, complete your attire. You touch your ears, now sharp and pointy - elven. Reaching up, your hands meet not short, cropped hair, but long golden tendrils pouring to your shoulders. Your facial hair is gone, and a glance into a nearby stream confirms that your face is now lean, handsome, and ethereal-looking. Each change brings its unique sensations. Your body feels different too - you’re lean but athletic. Eerily, your skin has turned an almost unnatural shade of pale. Looking into your reflection, your eyes are shining with blue irises, striking in your now beautiful and remarkable countenance. Suddenly, your world spins, and a debilitating pain lances through your head as your memories morph. You grip onto your fading humanity, terrified of the surge of foreign memories taking their place. An overwhelming feeling of immortality, forever youthfulness, floods over you. Confusion and devastation seep into every crevice of your being as you realize you can't remember your past life anymore—your forgotten human name replaced by an enigmatic elven one. "Eldarion," you whisper, your voice scarcer a croak. Your heart races as your native tongue transmutes. You now comprehend the elven language, but thoughts in English fade away as quickly as they form. “No!” You yell, your cry echoes into the silent forest, except, it’s not English. “Lle naa beleg!” The words flow, unfamiliar and disturbing. Through your panic, an enchanting melody weaves into the background. Turning, you see an ethereal female elf approaching you, her words of comfort in elven echoing within you, “Lle maa quellë, Eldarion. Be at peace, my love.” Your heart aches with a familiar pull, the name on her lips corresponding with the one embedded deeply in your receding human memories. Her gentle hug provides solace, disarming your defenses. She pulls back, placing a soft kiss on your lips, her lullaby wafting around you, soothing your restlessness. “Hrívë ar' undomë, Eldarion, Durin lassi lyë,” - Winter and night, Eldarion, Stars accompany you. Something within softens, and you finally accept her words, instilling acceptance in you, causing you to let go of your fading human life. You’re enveloped by a new sense of belonging, almost as though awakening from a long slumber. As you look into her eyes, everything clicks into place. Realization floods over you; this is your home; she is your wife—the swirling grace in her eyes, the affectionate half-smile playing on her lips. Suddenly, a poignant happiness overwhelms you, a sense of rightness that you didn’t know you were missing. She whispers softly in your ear, a loving adieu to your past life, “The man you were was but a dream. You’ve always been Eldarion, my love. This is your truth.” At last, you fully embrace your new existence. Your fear boils away, replaced by an influx of peace and serenity. This is your life now, a life you’ve always lived, a life that is forever bound to this ethereal elven realm.
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