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Question: Write the 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, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped around him, long and 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, the reader is now in a fantasy-esque wooded meadow and/or forest with a nearby elven village, where the elven reader lives), 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, having no memory of science, modern life, theory of evolution, etc, and only remember being an elf, realizing that he has always lived in a fantastical world created by gods, knowing every elven powers and weaponry (including archery), having lived in an immortal elven life in his home village with his elf wife, and among others). 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 completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (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 (she's happy to see the human reader turning into her brave husband and warrior elf) 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 that his human life was just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember his elven body and life (all in elven language rather than in English), 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), she is telling this new truth to the transforming (which the reader truly/completely believes), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human before or during the transformation, and is also completely unaware that his transformation had ever happened), and he is happy that his life as a brave z smart, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa) and has married centuries ago, as well as having his loyal companions who follow him, and he himself guided and supported by the gods) is his true and only 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).
At the city's oldest museum, you strolled through the corridors filled with ancient art and historical artifacts. Serendipity led you to a seemingly inconspicuous book tucked away in the corner about fantastical medieval creatures. Lightly brushing the dust off the leather-bound spine, you delicately opened to reveal pages radiating a strange and ethereal golden light. Your body pulsed as if electric currents were coursing through your bloodstream. Tingling sensations overwhelmed your senses. Looking down, your standard jeans and shirt seam to dissolve like smoke, replaced with garments of linen and soft leather. You were garbed in a green tunic with a deep blue cape flowing from your shoulders, your pants now medieval-styled and neatly tucked into long, rugged boots. Leather gloves fit snugly over your hands. Weight added to your shoulder as if an invisible hand fixed a quiver, bow, and arrows there. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you gazed in disbelief at your changed body which has become lean, thin, yet muscular. Your ears elongated and pointed outwards, resembling an elf's. Your hands skimmed your face, which morphed into an ethereal, handsome visage, devoid of customary facial hair. Instead, your eyebrows and lashes stood out, their color now a stunning blonde to match the golden locks cascading down your shoulders. Groans escaped your lips as another rush of change overcame you. It felt as if your insides were being remodeled, scrapped, and rebuilt. A feeling of timelessness, of endless ages seeped into your very core. The concept of mortality, the inevitable cessation, felt absurd. You were immortal, eternally youthful. Suddenly, your own voice sounded foreign. Words started forming, a language you had never heard, never spoken, but you understood with a strange clarity. Panic mounted as you attempted to speak in English, your native tongue, but the words morphed into incoherent elven language even as they left your lips. "Help me," you yelled, but the noise that emerged was nothing you recognized. The innermost corners of your mind seemed under attack. You were filled with alien emotions and memories that danced before your eyes. Your old life started fading away, blurry and distant. You fought the invasion, screaming, crying, shaking your head in desperation trying to hold on to precious glimpses of family, friends, and mundane normalcy. But the onslaught was relentless, merciless. Every trace of the human you were vanished. From nowhere, a soothing voice wafted through the harshness. Within the sea of confusion, you found solace. "Shhh... Liwen, calma," the female voice whispered in an incomprehensible yet beautiful language. Suddenly, you realized, those were your words. The Elven tongue. "Liwen, embrace the truth of who you are." Images flashed before your eyes: an elegant elf woman, a joyful celebration of your marriage, training under a massive tree with your elven comrades, the rush during the battle against goblins. These weren't just visuals; these were your memories. The present reality warped. You found yourself in a fantasy-esque woodland, bathed in the glow of twilight. An elven village nestled nearby. And the woman? She was before you, with the same silver-blue eyes that reflected love and warmth. Her lips met yours, a kiss of pure connection that seemed both familiar and comforting. Her gentle touch as she cradled you in her arms felt like home. "Las manion te, Liwen," she hummed, her voice a lullaby. You could comprehend her words, 'I love you.' And as the melody wove around you, you finally let yourself be enveloped by the peace it offered. The panic subsided, the fear washed away. She was right; this wasn't a nightmare. These were memories of a long, adventurous, and content elven life. A life you shared with her. It wasn't a mere human existence. It was an immortal saga of love and valor, a life of a brave elven warrior guided by the gods' will, protected by their gifts. You realized that your human life was just a dream. The real you – the 'Liwen,' the adored elf, husband, and warrior - had woken up. And as you stepped into the elven night, armed and guided by the knowledge bestowed upon you, something felt right. This was your reality. This was your true self. And you welcomed it with open arms.
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