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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, 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).
"Such a peculiar shop," you murmur to yourself as you enter the quaint museum, an eclectic hodgepodge of historical artifacts and antiques. You come across an ancient, dusty tome nestled amongst other relics, its aged pages hold a promise of medieval fantasy and mythical creatures. An inexplicable curiosity draws you towards it, and as you gently open the book, a sudden, blinding light envelops you. The light dissipates, leaving you in a different reality. You look around, suddenly finding yourself in the middle of an enchanting medieval forest. The first thing you register is the sudden change in your attire; from your average jeans and shirt to a beautiful tunic, a sweeping cape draped over your shoulders, your pants are of a distinctly medieval style, tucked into long, supple boots, a pair of leather gloves adorning your hands. You touch a hand to your ear, and it meets a pointed, elf-like tip rather than the rounded form you're used to. Panic swells within you, but before it can fully take hold, you notice your reflection in a nearby pond; your face, now lean and expressive, utterly magnificent in a haunting, otherworldly way. Your skin is pale, eerily luminescent in the argent moonlight, your eyes a breathtaking azure, and your hair, blonde and long, falls in elegant waves around your shoulders. As you open your mouth to call for help, something strange happens - you suddenly feel the language you knew shifting, undulating, transforming within your very mind. English fades away; elven words flow forth naturally, panic seeping into their lilting richness. "Noilâ-â nawâ, thâur helpâ nio!" you cry out, which translates to, "No, I need help now!" You're aware of changes happening within your mind, your memories flickering, shifting, and you attempt to fight against the intrusion. Desperate pleas for your family and friends, tears streaking your transformed face, and shaking your head as if the memories can be physically dislodged. Yet it's a futile struggle, the human you were fades away, replaced completely by the reality of your elven existence. You remember an elven name - yours, tied to countless memories of a life well-lived within this world. A lifeline appears amidst the confusion - a beautiful elven woman, gentle and understanding, runs up to you from a nearby village. She takes you into her arms, whispering soothing words in elven, "Essie hê, nil naurva." "Be still, my flame." She sings an ancient elven lullaby, soothing you. "Ellon nu'lle, Elleth nu'lle, Lû govaded vanha sinome, Lû time sinome arwen." ('Elf under star, Elf under moon, Long standing in ancient place, Long lost in timeless grace.') Suddenly, her familiar touch and voice trigger a wave of comforting memories. You know her. She is your wife, the woman who has stood beside you through countless seasons, centuries. A sense of peace washes over you, replacing the panic. A realization floods your mind - your previous human life was just a dream. This elven life with her is your true existence. You remember returning to her every night, looking forward to her smile, her love. A gentle sigh escapes you. You whisper the only truth your heart knows now. "Essie sinda, nil aníron lle," - "Be at peace, I love you." This elven world, this new life, it’s home.
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