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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 completely 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 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 nor the transformation that had happened) 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 stood in the silent grandeur of the museum, a musty leather-bound book caught your attention - the cover filled with pictures of medieval fantasy creatures - majestic, mythical, vivid. An aura of age-old wisdom encased it. Curiosity piqued, you opened the book, only for a blinding light to engulf you from the parchment. A sensation of vertigo overwhelmed you as your surroundings shifted. The underlying structure of your body reformed, your plain attire metamorphosed into an elegant tunic, cape, and neatly tucked medieval-styled pants within long boots. Gloves of supple leather encased your hands, and you felt odd twinges around your ears - not painful, just alien. Touching them, you found they'd become elongated and pointed, a classic feature of an elf. Looking around, you noticed your reflection in a pool of water. A pair of blue irises stared back at you, set in an ethereally handsome face framed by long blonde hair. Your skin was eerily pale, and there was no sign of any facial hair beneath your nose. Fear crept forth as memories not your own emerged in your mind. You started speaking, your pleas coming out in musical tones of an elven language rather than English. You tried to shake away the emerging memories, fight them off, deny them entrance into your ethos. "Help me! N-aldurëa…!" your voice cracked as English faltered, and Elvish took over. As you fought, the world around you transformed into a dazzling landscape of medieval fantasy - verdant forests, majestic mythical beasts, and a quaint elven village materialized. A sense of eerily calm acceptance began to seep in. Your old world had faded away, replaced by this alien yet somehow familiar reality. An ethereal beauty walked towards you, her elven eyes twinkling with a fond familiarity. She said your name, but not the one you remembered owning. "Amin mela lle, Falen," she said, her voice melodiously comforting. ("I love you, Falen.") Realization struck you. She was here, the woman who'd been in your newly formed memories, the woman whose features had danced in your mind's eye. She was your wife. A wave of emotions flooded you: love, belonging, an eternal bond becoming stronger. She held your shaking hands, wrapped you in a comforting hug, and offered a loving, patient kiss, pouring her affection into the act. Her voice, singing an elven lullaby, floated in the air around you. "Tinúviel elvanui, lle ilya estel anim, Ilman sinome maruvan," she cooed. ("Beautiful Elven twilight, you are all my hope, in this world, I will abide.") You felt more at ease. You felt your resistance slipping away and the new reality weaving itself around you. Your desperation was ebbing. You felt you belonged here, no longer alien, no longer astray. You belonged with her, and this was your life; human existence had been nothing but a misguided nightmare. As the last vestiges of resistance ebbed away, she whispered the comforting words again, "Tinúviel elvanui, lle ilya estel anim, Ilman sinome maruvan." You knew then; this was your reality. A cherished life as Falen - an immortal elf, eternally youthful, forever in a land of mythical creatures and medieval fantasy. You locked eyes with your wife, all thoughts of the human world fading away, leaving only a warmth in your chest and the comforting words of an elf's lullaby in your ears. Immortal. Elven. Home.
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