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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, 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), 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), 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), 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 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 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).
Before your eyes lay a myriad of ancient artifacts displayed under the soft glow of museum lights: the book at your fingertips, however, offers an irresistible allure. "Creatures of Fantasy Lore" reads the cover in elaborate, faded gold letters. Your curiosity overrides any reservations. You delicately turn the cover and an intense, blinding light bursts from the pages, grabbing you with a force that grips your reality. Suddenly, the museum transforms into a lush forest, the artificial lights fading into ethereal moonlight streaming through the vast treetops. The change is immediate. The fabric of your ordinary clothes shifts, morphing into a rich green tunic. You feel fabric draped across your shoulders: a cloak. Beneath it, you realize your body has become lean yet sturdy, each muscle defined with an unnatural strength. Your boots, now longer, are thick and surprisingly comfortable. You find a pair of well-worn leather gloves at your side. Reaching to your ear at an unexpected itch, you find it ends in a point. Your heart pounds as you touch your face. Absent is the familiar stubble on your chin or the curve of your cheeks. Your countenance has become angular, sharp, beautiful yet masculine. In haste, you pull a strand of hair to view its blondeness, cascading down the length of your back. In a nearby stream's reflection, your eyes captivate you. They glimmer with an undeniably ethereal blue radiance, so foreign yet familiar. Your complexion appears unusually pale against the dark elfin attire you now don. A sudden rush of memories threatens to override your own. Struggling to retain the slivers of your past, you grasp the fraying ends. "No," you murmur in desperation, but the word is foreign. "Nêr," it shifts, and you understand. Your mother tongue is gone, replaced by an elegant string of elven vowels and consonants: the language of Loumara. Your pleas of "Eneth nîn raiva!" are met with silence from the forest, roughly translating to, "My name is lost!” Further attempts to hold on are futile as you fall into the new waves of memory: running through the woods, stringing an elegant longbow, smiling at a beautiful woman. Through the darkness, a figure approaches. An elven woman, your heart recognizes her even as your human memories fade. She wraps you in an embrace, the tunic against your skin feeling warm, correct. "Gwanno," She whispers gently, "Leave." Her plea is not banishment but rather encouragement for your fight to cease. And, in one final act of surrender, you do. Your former language fades into whispers, your past life's vestiges giving way to vibrant, elven recollections. From Eldanesh, your "forever long name", to your life-long commitment to keeping the peace and balance of the realms eternal, everything becomes clear. Her words, "Mi vaneth lín, Eldanesh," touches your transformed heart and echoes through the forest, meaning "Happy birthday, Eldanesh." In your arms is your wife, the woman you've loved for centuries, and the sight of her makes you feel at home. Now, forgetting your past life as a human rich with fleeting and mundane concerns, you realize that this is your truth. Your life as an elf, living with your loving elven wife in the serene forests, is where you are meant to be. Together, your wife by your side, you accept your immortality and forever youthful form as not merely dreams, but your most profound reality.
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