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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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). 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 (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. 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).
Museum lighting flickered, illuminating the pages of a time-worn book that held your fascination. You, captivated by the medieval depictions of mythical creatures, didn't notice the change at first; the sudden flare of warm light that pulsated out from the tome. A surge of energy coursed through your veins, like a current of electricity. It was not painful, instead it was a peculiar sensation that seemed to penetrate your very core. You were startled to see your hand thinning and reshaping, with delicate yet defined strength. Holding them up, you saw the veins stood out against your now pale skin. Pulling off your gloves, you found your fingers elongated, ending in perfect and pointed nails. Dizziness washed over you and you gripped the edge of the table, your heart hammering in your chest, as your body morphed. Noticing your clothing shifting, morphing from casual human attire into the stylized garments of a fantasy elf. A tunic, cape, medieval-styled pants tucked neatly into elongated boots, even your hands were now covered in graceful leather gloves. Looking up, you caught your reflection in a polished statue. A gasp lingered on your lips as you stared at your lean, athletic figure, ethereal-looking face, and sheer, endless blue eyes framed by long, platinum blonde hair. But the transformation did not cease there. A strange sensation tingled at the area around your ears, they were stretching, becoming longer and pointed, typical of the mythical woodland elf. Fear gripped you as strange foreign words seeped into your symptoms, replacing your known English headspace. The confusion was overwhelming, causing a wave of terror to overcome you. Frantically you tried to cling to your memories, to your language, to your past life - attempting to scream out to your family and friends for help, tears stinging in the stark reality of your situation. But, the transformation of your mind was inescapable. Strange memories, a foreign culture, and the distinct elven language invaded your psyche. The words, "Nur i' elenath..." whispered against your lips, effectively stopping your pleas. Realization dawned, understanding blooming in your mind. The phrase translated to "Embrace the stars..." Then, from the fringes of the nearby woodland, a figure emerged. An enchanting, elven woman approached you with grace and an intrinsic wisdom shining in her eyes. "Dor na-geleg," she murmured warmly, watching you soften slightly at her serene demeanor. The phrase meant, "Land of Summer." Her touch was light as a feather as she gently wrapped her arms around you, whispering soothing words in the melodic Elvish language, all while your old life faded away, replaced with your new reality. With a start, you recognized the comforting elf. Your elven heart knew her. She was your wife, your Elven partner of many centuries. A soft elven hymn tumbled from her lips, calming you, reconnecting you to the life you had forgone. Settling against her, you felt the beating of her immortal heart against yours. It brought you a sense of peace and the reassurance that, despite all the changes, you were still loved and cared. And perhaps...perhaps this was not so frightening. Engulfing in her serene radiance, your fear dissolved, replaced with a tranquillity filled with eternal beauty. A new name swirled within your thoughts, an elven one. Your mind cleared, your heart felt light, and the sensation of wrongness dissipated. A sigh of relief washed over you as a joyful realization hit. Your mortal life was...but a dream, a temporary existence. Being an elf, this world, this language, this woman... this was your true reality. A genuine smile graced your ethereal face. Accepting who you were, who you have always been from the very beginning, you virtually whispered, "I' ista naa cuil. Cuil n'alaquende." meaning, "The dream is life. Life immortal." Indeed, you were an elf, and this is your world, your language, and she...she was your undeniable eternity.
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