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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader (about 6 feet tall) turning into a male gelfling (from The Dark Crystal franchise) castle guard from the Stonewood Clan, complete with instant clothes change, slight height regression, age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to dreamfasting, dream space ability, and dream etching), reality change (the reader's real world warping and becoming an the world of The Dark Crystal, albeit in an alternate timeline where the skeksis were fully defeated and the gelflings remain widespread and thriving), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with a gelfling's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off the new memories and personality, making him completely forget about being a human and only remember being a gelfling). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For the male gelfling reader's appearance (after the human reader turned into him), he is like other gelflings; having four-fingered hands (rather than five unlike his previous human self), slenderly built, and with wide, triangular face tapering to a pointed chin. He also has large, wide eyes that are set apart on either side of a flattish nose. He has long dark brown (almost black) hair, from which his large, pointed ears protrudes. He wears an outfit very much like the other castle guard gelflings. For his personality, he is comfortable in both a Landstrider saddle and a former-Skeksis carriage, and is a moderately skilled lute player. A skilled warrior, the gelfling reader favors swords and spears in battle, and is proficient enough to best skeksis in single combat. The story is that the reader was minding his own business, but then his reality started to change almost instantly, leaving him on the planet of Thra (more specifically, the Castle of the Crystal) rather than on Earth in his suburban home; albeit in an alternate Dark Crystal timeline where the skeksis have been truly defeated by the heroic gelflings, rather than the gelflings being almost extinct as in the main timeline. After all of that happened, his body and mind transformation occurs next. 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/invading gelfling memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mundane human life and he only remembers being a gelfling (complete with a new name fitting for an gelfling, rather than an old human name he once remembered having) who lives in an alternate Dark Crystal timeline where gelflings remain widespread and successful. To aid in the now-gelfling reader's transforming mind, a beautiful female gelfling castle guard comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, an affectionate kiss, and telling him to remember who he really is (a gelfling), making the reader realize that the gelfling woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the gelfling 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 daydream (he is completely unaware of ever being a human) and is happy that his life as a gelfling (where he enjoys being with his gelfling wife) 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).
### A Transformation of Reality You were sitting in your modest suburban home, minding your own business. The comforting hum of everyday life surrounded you, and the familiarity of your possessions added a sense of calmness. Just another ordinary day, it seemed. Then, without warning, the floor beneath you began to glow, radiating an intense light. The walls of your home started to shimmer and disintegrate, revealing a world of unparalleled beauty and mystery beyond. You rubbed your eyes, trying to make sense of the surreal landscape now visible to you. Gone were the mementos of your human life; instead, a majestic, otherworldly castle emerged. You recognized it immediately. It was the Castle of the Crystal from The Dark Crystal franchise, albeit vastly different from what you remembered. Your heart raced as the reality around you twisted further. The familiar suburban roads transformed into pathways lined with ancient, towering trees. The skies turned a mesmerizing shade of azure, and you began to realize what was happening: you weren't on Earth anymore. You were on Thra. "FĂrĂ«!" ("Fire!") you yelled in your astonishment, grasping at anything to steady yourself. But your words sounded foreign, slightly elven. Instinctively, you touched your head, but what you felt were not the familiar curves of a human skull. Your fingers traced the outline of pointed ears. Glancing down, you saw your body transform before your eyesâyour limbs growing slenderer, your skin taking on a softer, almost translucent hue. Your clothes shifted into armor-like garments adorned with intricate designs. They felt oddly familiar, as if they were meant for you. "AurĂ«..." ("Day...") you murmured, watching your fingers retract from five to four. The weight of the realization settled in. You were becoming a Gelfling, one from the Stonewood Clan. Then came a deeper sense of changeâthe mental and emotional tug of war. Memories forged from another life began to pour into your consciousnessâvisions of training as a castle guard, of comradeship with other Gelflings, and wielding a sword with unparalleled skill. "No, this can't be real," you cried out, trembling. "Help! Someone, please help!" But your voice echoed back differently. It took on the lilting, melodious cadence of Gelfling speech. "Man lanta!" ("Who hears?") you cried desperately, clutching your head to fend off the incoming memories. Tears streamed down your face as the essence of your human identity fought to stay aliveâmemories of family dinners, weekend outings with friends, the mundane but valuable aspects of your life on Earth. They were slipping away, being overwritten by an entirely foreign existence. You screamed, trying to shake away these invasive thoughts. "I'm not ready! This isn't me!" "EmmĂ«," ("Mother,") you heard yourself whispering incoherently, as images of a Gelfling upbringing supplanted those of your human childhood. In the midst of your panic, a figure appeared before youâa beautiful female Gelfling garbed in similar guard attire. Her presence radiated a calming energy. "RĂșmil, lye cĂĄnuva," she said softly, her voice like a gentle breeze. ("RĂșmil, you will remember.") She enfolded you in a warm embrace, her touch soothing your turbulent thoughts. With her embrace, the mental struggle seemed to abate. She kissed your forehead, and whispered: "Remember who you truly are, my love." RĂșmil. That was your name. Not the name you barely recalled from Earth, but the one that felt right. Images and memories perfectly aligned with being here, with her. "RĂșmil," you echoed, the name feeling like home. Your defenses crumbled, letting the invading memories fully take root. You remembered your beloved wife, the Gelfling who now held you close. Your human memories faded, now indistinct and dreamlike. A sense of peace washed over you. How could you ever have believed you were something else, something as strange as a human? This life, with her, surrounded by the thriving Gelfling clans in the re-born Thra, was the only reality you knew now. You looked up into the eyes of your wife and smiled, content in your true identity. "Thank you," you whispered in your native tongue. "Our life together is all that matters." And with that, you walked hand in hand towards your destiny, fully embracing your existence as RĂșmil, a Stonewood Clan castle guard in a world where the Gelflings thrived endlessly.
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