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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, 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), 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 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 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).
As you stand in the quiet halls of the museum, your gaze falls upon an ancient tome placed gently on a velvet cushion within a glass case. Its ornate leather cover is emblazed with eldritch symbols and drawings of fantastical creatures. Your curiosity piqued, you lean forward to examine it closer and, in an unexpected moment, the glass case opens of its own accord. Intrigued, and slightly alarmed, you hesitantly reach for the tome, its old leather binding cool to the touch. No sooner have you opened the book than an incandescent light engulfs you, sending a shiver through your body. Suddenly your body feels different, leaner yet more robust. You touch your ears, finding them mysteriously elongated to a point. Your fingers are slender now, encased in fine leather gloves. As you run your fingers through your hair, it cascades down to your back, now a shining gold unlike the hue it held before. In the reflection of the glass case, you see a handsome, otherworldly figure with ethereal features, beautiful blue eyes, and a complete absence of facial hair. "Fantarion…", you hear your own voice say though these words are not your own, nor is the language one you know. Your heart pounds in your chest. These words, this language, are strange to you, yet they sprang from your lips without your command, English words slipping away from you. Your confusion spikes as vivid images flash in your mind, memories, but not your own. You see yourself in the midst of a grand forest, a bow and quiver at your side. A wedding ceremony beneath ancient trees with a beautiful elf woman, your wife. Battling goblins, celebrating victories, moments of love and loss. Everything feels so real, yet you know they are not your own. You fight against the shift, the confusion and terror, but you feel the steadily growing force of a new identity pushing into your consciousness, erasing your past reality, your human reality. You shout, plea for help, even in this strange language, tears streaking down your face, but it's futile. The transformation is inevitable. Suddenly, in your midst, appears an adult female elf, her face concerned yet reassuring. In her presence, an air of familiarity, you recognize her - she is your wife. Though your heart yearns to push her away, to shout that you are not who she thinks you are, you find comfort in her gentle embrace and the love flowing from her soulful eyes. She whispers words that sound so foreign yet comforting, "Miruvoreva, Fantarion," which means "Remember, Fantarion," in the Elven tongue. As she continues to sing a melodic lullaby, “Valar, síla omentië" (Gods, shine on our meeting), a sense of peace washes over you. With each passing moment, the disarray within you begins to subside. Her touch, her voice, her love is healing. As her soothing words wrap around your being, you feel the fight within you slowly ebbing away. You surrender to the transformation, your humanness slips away, replaced by this new, ancient identity. You're not fighting anymore. As the last of your human life fades to nothingness, you look into your elf wife's eyes, feeling a deep reciprocated love that spans centuries. At that moment, you realize, Fantarion is you, and you are him. The mortal world feels like a dream, and your life as an elf, with your elf wife, feels like the only reality you have ever known. You are Fantarion, the elf, and this is your life now. And in this acceptance, you find happiness. The fantasy world that once terrified you, now became the everlastingly beautiful world that you call home.
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