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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an 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 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 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). 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).
You are sitting in your living room, comfortably slouched on the couch, mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV. The sun’s warmth filters through the window, painting the room in a soft, lazy glow. Your suburban home is quiet this mid-afternoon, family and friends having dispersed for the day. You sigh, relishing a rare moment of peace. Without warning, an unfamiliar sensation grips you. The air around you starts to shimmer and shake, like ripples spreading through a pond. You try to stand, only to find yourself strangely floating, gravity retreating. The room blurs and darkens. You reach out to steady yourself on the coffee table, but your hand passes through it as though it's smoke. Panic rises. You shout for help, but your voice fades into an echo. “What’s happening?!” you yell, the words swallowed by the trembling air around you. Just as suddenly as it began, the tremors stop. The room comes into harsh focus, only it’s not your living room anymore. Cold, dark stone surrounds you — a grand hall with vaulted ceilings and tapestries adorned with fantastical creatures. The Castle of the Crystal, a vivid memory from "The Dark Crystal," looms around you. You hardly dare to breathe. “I couldn't be dreaming…” you whisper to yourself. A tingling spreads up from your toes, and you look down to see the room seems to be growing taller around you or…no, you’re shrinking. Your bones ache briefly, a sense of compression and softening setting in. Your muscles compact and adjust until you stand perhaps five feet tall. The ground is closer than it had any right to be. Your pants are loose, your shirt hanging like an oversized cloak. You gasp, fingers twitching as you grasp at your clothes, witnessing them morph. The fabric ripples like water, reshaping into durable yet elegant gelfling guard attire. This can’t be real, the world is bending around you, your hold on reality slipping. A surge of energy courses through you, from your core to your fingertips. It's like touching electricity but without the burn, a sensation connected deeply to your mind and spirit. You sense abilities alien yet inexplicably familiar: Dreamfasting, Dream Space, Dream Etching. Powers from Thra, now yours to wield. “No,” you think desperately, trying to cling to your humanity. “I can't let this happen.” Memories flood you, unbidden. Flint and wood swords from childhood, sparring with friends. The sound of lutes at evening gatherings. Your first day as a Castle Guard, the pride you felt. A name whispered on the lips of others that feel so right, yet horribly wrong: Rian. “No! I'm not Rian!” you scream, clutching your head, trying to press back the invading thoughts. “I'm human! I have a family!” Tears stream down your face. “Help me!” You shout, hoping someone—anyone will stop the mental onslaught. It's futile. A presence draws near. A beautiful female gelfling, bearing the same garb of a castle guard, approaches you. Her emerald eyes filled with concern. She reaches out, her touch a balm against your terror. “Rian, hold fast,” her voice calm yet urgent. “Remember, you are gelfling.” The words cut through your panic, painfully and clearly. Your resistance falters. In her arms, you feel a warmth, a comfort that your subconscious adores. The sweet scent of her hair, the softness of her lips as she kisses your temple. "Ih elthal volu ta," she whispers (You are loved). You stare at her, blinking away tears. “Elthal nen?” (My love?) Her gaze softens, and she hugs you tighter. “Yes, Rian. I’m here. E’nın rı eolthas.” (Remember who you are). Your heartbeat slows. The human memories feel hazy, dream-like. She's always been here, your beloved. “Nı yu’theyl eolthas ma mın,” you murmur mechanically (I am who you say I am). The fight drains from you. “Anin, nes Rian,” you whisper, yielding to the new reality (Yes, I am Rian). The warmth of the Castle, the life and memories of the guard flow into you effortlessly. Your time on Earth fades away into the mist of forgotten dreams. You relax into her embrace, comforted and complete. You look into her eyes, smiling genuinely now. “E’ın suvar al ehl,” you say tenderly (Forever beside you). She smiles, and for a moment, everything in the world makes sense. You're home. Rian, the guard of the Castle of the Crystal, with your dear wife beside you. Life in Thra, forever and always.
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