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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 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. 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).
Light touches your eyes as you enter the grand museum, filled with artifacts and displays of times long past. The artifacts are strikingly diverse: sculpted effigies from ancient Egypt, time-worn scrolls from medieval Europe, pottery from the Ming dynasty in China. An old, worn, leather-bound tome piques your interest--a collection of lore concerning medieval fantasy creatures. As you curiously pick up the book, the feeling of warm, worn leather meets your fingertips. You carefully open the cover, revealing illustrated parchments filled with depictions of fantastical beings: dragons breathing fire, goblins in huddled masses, and the elegant elves with their ethereal grace. As you open the page depicting the elves, a sudden blinding light erupts from the book, washing over you. Cries of surprise echo through the museum as you are engulfed. Panicking, you futilely attempt to drop the tome, but find your hand glued to it as if by some magical force. The light envelops you completely, an intensive force transforming not just your outer appearance but also your internal being. Your body starts to change, growing leaner and taller. Athletic strength penetrates your fibers, replacing your human strength with an elven build - thinner, yet understatedly powerful. You feel your face taking on an ethereal beauty, feeling smoother than before. Your physical transformation isn't all that unsettling, but then, your mind begins to change. As you attempt to shout for help in English, you find that your words change mid-sentence. Suddenly, you're speaking an entirely different language, one that you somehow understand even in your panic. *"Fael n'uma en' coiamin,"* you cry out in shock, begging for anyone to help you. Your words translate to "do not take my memories" in Elvish. It terrifies you that English words are replaced by unfamiliar Elven vocabulary, even though they make perfect sense to you. As the transformation continues, centuries-old memories flood your mind. Memories of training with a bow, warfare against goblins, happy moments with a woman...a woman you love. Tears stream down your face as you try to cling to your fading human life, the memories disintegrating as your own sanity feels at stake. Suddenly, a soothing melody fills your ears. An ethereal woman with sparkling blue eyes and blonde hair approaches, and though your human self doesn't recognize her, your elf self recognizes her as your wife. *"Cormamin lindua ele lle,"* she says, her words a soft whisper that translates to "my heart sings to see you." The sincerity in her voice crumbles your resolve, and the last vestiges of your human self fade away. Now, you remember her. Your wife, your partner across centuries, the woman you love. *"Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au',"* you say to her, meaning "my heart shall weep until it sees you again." Now you understand. Your previous human life was the dream, and your elven life is the reality. You are an elf, forever and always. Gazing out at this magical world that you now call home, you take solace in the comforting thought that you've been reborn into a realm of wonder and beauty. From this moment forward, you're not just observing history - you're living it.
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