Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT0021AJTXPEJ6N4DHK0AV2

Run Details

Model:: MoonshotAI: Kimi K2.5
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 3m 51s
Cost:: $0.020742
Provider:: SiliconFlow

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
94.92%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
3.46%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
100.00%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
80.64%	Name drop frequency	(details)
100.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
0.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
100.00%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
100.00%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
48.48%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
47.62%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
16.81%	Technical jargon density	(details)
100.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
91.18%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
76.1032%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert fiction writer.

Always keep the following rules in mind:
- Write in past tense and use General English spelling, grammar, and colloquialisms/slang.
- Write in active voice
- Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle.
- Avoid adverbs and cliches and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions.
- Convey events and story through dialogue.
- Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety.
- Skip "he/she said said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech
- Avoid mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or add unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself.
- Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action.
- Reduce indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe"

When writing text:
- NEVER conclude the scene on your own, follow the beat instructions very closely.
- NEVER end with foreshadowing.
- NEVER write further than what I prompt you with.
- AVOID imagining possible endings, NEVER deviate from the instructions.
- STOP EARLY if the continuation contains what was required in the instructions. You do not need to fill out the full amount of words possible.

User/Human

Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response:
<codex>
<character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist">
  <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor>
  <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair>
  <height>5'6"</height>
  <age>25</age>
  <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar>
  <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description>
  <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Continue the story using the following instructions:
<instructions>
Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.
</instructions>

Model response

The bruised-plum dusk of Richmond Park clung to Isolde's silver hair as she halted at the tree line. She raised one pale hand. The oaks here grew thicker than nature permitted, their trunks twisted into shapes that suggested vertebrae rather than wood.

"The threshold demands intention." Isolde's voice carried the hush of wind through empty corridors. "Not merely footsteps."

Rory's fingers tightened around the dagger hilt. The moonsilver bit cold against her palm, aching with a chill that reached the small crescent scar on her left wrist. That old childhood mark prickled now, alert. Against her chest, the Heartstone pulsed—not the warning throb of Hel's proximity, but a rhythmic warmth like blood returning to a frozen limb.

Nyx rippled. Their silhouette of living shadow grew dense, the violet eyes sharpening as the London streetlights failed to penetrate the canopy ahead. "The Veil wears thin here."

They stepped between the first standing stones.

The transition stole Rory's breath. These weren't granite monoliths like Stonehenge tourists photographed, but petrified oak, wood turned to stone through centuries of Fae magic, veined with sap that gleamed gold in the gloom. She crossed the boundary.

Silence swallowed the city. The traffic hum, the distant sirens, the perpetual roar of London—gone. Not muffled. Erased. In the vacuum, Rory heard her own heartbeat crashing against her ribs, too loud, too animal. The air tasted of honey cut with ozone, thick enough to chew.

Nyx faltered beside her. Their form had gained substance, the edges of their shadow-figure sharpening into the suggestion of cheekbones, shoulders, the ghost of the sorcerer Aldric who had stumbled into this between-space in 1643. The change looked painful. They touched a tree trunk; their fingers came away sticky with sap that glowed faint blue.

"The realm anchors me." Nyx flexed their hands. Shadows dripped from their fingertips to pool on the moss. "I haven't cast a shadow in three centuries."

Isolde walked ahead, her bare feet—when had she removed her shoes?—pressing into the moss without leaving impressions. The wildflowers parted for her passage, blooms of impossible violet and blue that released scents of cinnamon and rain. Rory followed. Her boots sank into earth that felt alive, muscular, gripping her soles with each step.

The grove opened like a mouth.

Wildflowers carpeted the floor in spirals that hurt to track with the eye. Rory blinked. The pattern shifted. She checked her phone—4:17 PM—and then the sky, where a moon too large and too quick hung suspended, having jumped three phases in the span of her glance.

Rory pocketed the device. "The time—"

"Moves as it wills." Isolde stopped beside a ring of mushrooms that chimed when the wind brushed them, though no wind blew. "You carry technology bred for linear progression. Here, clocks measure only their own confusion."

Nyx moved deeper into the clearing. Their footsteps crunched now, heavy with the unfamiliar burden of gravity. "Something watches."

Rory felt it too—a pressure between her shoulder blades, the instinct that had kept her alive during the worst nights with Evan. She turned. The oaks had rearranged themselves. The standing stones now stood behind them, though they had walked forward. The path had folded.

Her scar burned.

Underfoot, the moss breathed. She felt it rise and fall through her boot soles, the ground inhaling, exhaling in cycles too slow for human lungs. A root twitched near her ankle, uncoiling like a serpent, then froze as wood again.

Isolde stood motionless at the grove's center, her lavender eyes fixed on a thicket where the flowers grew in crystalline formations, petals of glass or ice. The Fae-Forged Blade in Rory's hand tugged toward it, magnetic, singing a high note that vibrated in her teeth.

"It's pulling me." Rory held up the weapon. The moonsilver blazed with inner light, bright enough to cast her shadow sharp and black against the breathing ground.

"The blade remembers its birth." Isolde's hair lifted in a vertical wind, strands reaching toward the stars that had begun appearing overhead despite the visible moon. "The Courts stir. We stand in the antechamber of realms."

They approached the thicket. The glass flowers clicked together, a sound like breaking bones. Nyx reached to touch one; Isolde caught their wrist. The contact made Nyx's shadow-flesh steam.

"Don't. The beauty here bites."

Beyond the thicket, a pool of water lay still as mercury, perfectly circular, reflecting not the grove but a sky of burning amber—the color of Dymas, of Gluttony's realm, though this water tasted of Fae magic, not Hel's fire.

Rory's pendant hammered against her chest. The crimson stone flared, matching the pulse of the blade. She knelt at the water's edge. Her reflection didn't appear. Instead, she saw Cardiff, her childhood bedroom, the window through which she'd fled— but the window opened onto stars, not streets.

Nyx knelt beside her, their form fraying at the edges as the realm struggled to contain them. "How long have we stood here?"

Isolde smiled. The expression held no warmth, only the weight of three centuries watching mortals lose themselves in the between-places. "Long enough for your friend Eva to have called thirteen times. Not long enough for the moss to notice your weight."

The pool rippled without being touched. The amber sky in its depths turned to violet, to black, to a color Rory had no name for—a shade that existed only in the space between lightning and thunder.

Rory gripped the blade with both hands. The crescent scar on her wrist aligned with the curve of the dagger's guard, fitting like a key.

Isolde stepped into the water. She didn't sink. She stood atop the mercury surface, silver hair dancing around her face.

"This is the way down." Her words barely disturbed the air. "The only way left."

The grove inhaled. The standing stones groaned. And the world inverted.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	5
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	17
tagDensity	0.294
leniency	0.588
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

94.92%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

984

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"perfectly"
count	1

highlights

0	"perfectly"

100.00%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

100.00%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

3.46%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

984

totalAiIsms

found

word	"footsteps"
count	2

word	"chill"
count	1

word	"pulsed"
count	1

word	"throb"
count	1

word	"rhythmic"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	2

word	"gloom"
count	1

word	"silence"
count	1

word	"crystalline"
count	1

word	"magnetic"
count	1

word	"vibrated"
count	1

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"weight"
count	2

word	"depths"
count	1

word	"aligned"
count	1

word	"dancing"
count	1

highlights

0	"footsteps"
1	"chill"
2	"pulsed"
3	"throb"
4	"rhythmic"
5	"warmth"
6	"gloom"
7	"silence"
8	"crystalline"
9	"magnetic"
10	"vibrated"
11	"pulse"
12	"weight"
13	"depths"
14	"aligned"
15	"dancing"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches	0
maxInWindow	0
found	(empty)
highlights	(empty)

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	77
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount	0
hedgeCount	0
narrationSentences	77
filterMatches	(empty)
hedgeMatches	(empty)

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	88
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	40
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	970
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	3
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

80.64%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

865

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.39

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Richmond	1
Park	1
Isolde	9
Rory	12
Heartstone	1
Hel	2
London	2
Stonehenge	1
Fae	3
Aldric	1
Shadows	1
Nyx	7
Evan	1
Fae-Forged	1
Blade	1
Dymas	1
Gluttony	1
Cardiff	1

persons

0	"Isolde"
1	"Rory"
2	"Hel"
3	"Shadows"
4	"Nyx"
5	"Evan"
6	"Gluttony"

places

0	"Richmond"
1	"Park"
2	"London"
3	"Cardiff"

globalScore

0.806

windowScore

100.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences	49
glossingSentenceCount	0
matches	(empty)

0.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

2.062

wordCount

970

matches

0	"not the warning throb of Hel's proximity, but a rhythmic warmth like blood returning to a frozen limb"
1	"not the grove but a sky of burning amber"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	88
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

30.31

std

15.73

0.519

sampleLengths

0	42
1	17
2	58
3	28
4	7
5	38
6	46
7	55
8	26
9	53
10	6
11	46
12	6
13	36
14	19
15	45
16	3
17	40
18	45
19	27
20	36
21	29
22	5
23	39
24	47
25	23
26	41
27	36
28	25
29	20
30	15
31	11

100.00%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount	0
totalSentences	77
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount	0
totalVerbs	141
matches	(empty)

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.114

matches

0	"Against her chest, the Heartstone pulsed—not the warning throb of Hel's proximity, but a rhythmic warmth like blood returning to a frozen limb."
1	"The traffic hum, the distant sirens, the perpetual roar of London—gone."
2	"They touched a tree trunk; their fingers came away sticky with sap that glowed faint blue."
3	"Isolde walked ahead, her bare feet—when had she removed her shoes?—pressing into the moss without leaving impressions."
4	"She checked her phone—4:17 PM—and then the sky, where a moon too large and too quick hung suspended, having jumped three phases in the span of her glance."
5	"Rory felt it too—a pressure between her shoulder blades, the instinct that had kept her alive during the worst nights with Evan."
6	"Nyx reached to touch one; Isolde caught their wrist."
7	"Beyond the thicket, a pool of water lay still as mercury, perfectly circular, reflecting not the grove but a sky of burning amber—the color of Dymas, of Gluttony's realm, though this water tasted of Fae magic, not Hel's fire."
8	"Instead, she saw Cardiff, her childhood bedroom, the window through which she'd fled— but the window opened onto stars, not streets."
9	"The amber sky in its depths turned to violet, to black, to a color Rory had no name for—a shade that existed only in the space between lightning and thunder."

100.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount	879
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	21
adverbRatio	0.023890784982935155
lyAdverbCount	4
lyAdverbRatio	0.004550625711035267

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	88
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

11.02

std

8.41

0.763

sampleLengths

0	18
1	5
2	19
3	14
4	3
5	7
6	21
7	7
8	23
9	2
10	21
11	5
12	7
13	5
14	29
15	4
16	4
17	11
18	2
19	1
20	16
21	12
22	4
23	31
24	4
25	16
26	8
27	10
28	8
29	17
30	19
31	2
32	15
33	6
34	13
35	2
36	3
37	28
38	4
39	2
40	22
41	14
42	6
43	11
44	2
45	22
46	2
47	5
48	12
49	4

48.48%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	9
diversityRatio	0.3522727272727273
totalSentences	88
uniqueOpeners	31

47.62%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Instead, she saw Cardiff, her"

ratio

0.014

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"She raised one pale hand."
1	"Their silhouette of living shadow"
2	"They stepped between the first"
3	"She crossed the boundary."
4	"Their form had gained substance,"
5	"They touched a tree trunk;"
6	"Her boots sank into earth"
7	"She checked her phone—4:17 PM—and"
8	"Their footsteps crunched now, heavy"
9	"Her scar burned."
10	"She felt it rise and"
11	"They approached the thicket."
12	"She knelt at the water's"
13	"Her reflection didn't appear."
14	"She didn't sink."
15	"She stood atop the mercury"
16	"Her words barely disturbed the"

ratio

0.243

0.00%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The bruised-plum dusk of Richmond"
1	"She raised one pale hand."
2	"The oaks here grew thicker"
3	"Isolde's voice carried the hush"
4	"Rory's fingers tightened around the"
5	"The moonsilver bit cold against"
6	"That old childhood mark prickled"
7	"Their silhouette of living shadow"
8	"They stepped between the first"
9	"The transition stole Rory's breath."
10	"These weren't granite monoliths like"
11	"She crossed the boundary."
12	"Silence swallowed the city."
13	"The traffic hum, the distant"
14	"The air tasted of honey"
15	"Nyx faltered beside her."
16	"Their form had gained substance,"
17	"The change looked painful."
18	"They touched a tree trunk;"
19	"Nyx flexed their hands"

ratio

0.929

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	70
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

16.81%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"The moonsilver bit cold against her palm, aching with a chill that reached the small crescent scar on her left wrist."
1	"These weren't granite monoliths like Stonehenge tourists photographed, but petrified oak, wood turned to stone through centuries of Fae magic, veined with sap t…"
2	"Their form had gained substance, the edges of their shadow-figure sharpening into the suggestion of cheekbones, shoulders, the ghost of the sorcerer Aldric who …"
3	"Her boots sank into earth that felt alive, muscular, gripping her soles with each step."
4	"Rory felt it too—a pressure between her shoulder blades, the instinct that had kept her alive during the worst nights with Evan."
5	"The Fae-Forged Blade in Rory's hand tugged toward it, magnetic, singing a high note that vibrated in her teeth."

100.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags	5
uselessAdditionCount	0
matches	(empty)

91.18%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Isolde stopped (stop)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.059

leniency

0.118

rawRatio

effectiveRatio

0.118

76.1032%