Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT0167GR79THDGNDS1J9V4A

Run Details

Duration:
7.5s
Cost:
$0.000588
Provider:
Mistral

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

AI
The air inside the grove hit Rory like a held breath finally released. One moment, she’d been trudging through Richmond Park’s damp undergrowth, the next—she stepped between two gnarled oaks and the world *shifted*. The scent of damp earth and pine needles vanished, replaced by something sweeter, sharper, like crushed herbs and ozone. The trees here didn’t just *stand*—they *leaned*, their branches twisting into impossible arches overhead, their bark etched with silver veins that pulsed faintly, as if the wood itself breathed. Nyx slipped through the gap behind her, their shadowed form flickering at the edges like a candle flame in a draft. “This place doesn’t like being seen,” they murmured, their voice a whisper that slithered between the leaves. “It resists.” Rory exhaled through her nose, fingers tightening around the Fae-forged dagger at her hip. The metal was colder than it had any right to be, the faintest blue glow tracing its edge like frost. “Then we’d better not give it a reason to notice us.” Ahead, the path—if it could be called that—wound between towering wildflowers that swayed without wind, their petals shifting from violet to gold as if breathing. The light here wasn’t sunlight. It was softer, diffused, like moonlight filtered through stained glass. And the silence—thick, heavy, the kind that pressed against eardrums until Rory’s pulse sounded too loud in her own skull. Then Isolde stepped forward, her silver hair catching the strange light like a beacon. She moved without sound, her bare feet leaving no imprint on the mossy ground. “The grove remembers,” she said, her voice neither loud nor soft, just *there*, like the hum of a tuning fork. “It remembers the last time a mortal walked these paths.” Rory’s skin prickled. “And how’d that turn out for them?” Isolde didn’t answer. She never did, not directly. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing a low-hanging branch. The moment she touched it, the bark *rippled*, the silver veins flaring bright before settling into a steady, rhythmic pulse. Like a heartbeat. Nyx drifted closer, their form wavering at the edges. “This place is alive.” “Of course it is,” Isolde said, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world. “All things are, in their way.” Rory swallowed. The pendant around her neck—the one she still didn’t know the origin of—had gone warm against her skin, its faint crimson glow seeping through the fabric of her shirt. She didn’t like that. Not one bit. They pressed deeper. The flowers here weren’t just wild—they were *watchful*. Petals turned toward them as they passed, stems bending just slightly, as if tracking their movement. Rory caught herself holding her breath, then forced herself to exhale. If this place wanted to swallow them whole, it would’ve done it by now. A sound cut through the silence—a low, melodic chime, like wind through glass. Rory’s hand flew to the dagger, but Isolde only tilted her head, listening. “The standing stones,” she said. “They sing when the Veil thins.” Nyx’s violet eyes flickered. “Thins?” “Yes.” Isolde’s voice was distant, as if she were half in this world and half in another. “The solstice approaches. The barriers between realms grow… porous.” Rory’s stomach twisted. The solstice. That was weeks away. Wasn’t it? Ahead, the path opened into a clearing. And there, rising from the earth like the ribs of some long-dead leviathan, were the standing stones. Twelve of them, arranged in a perfect circle, their surfaces carved with spirals and symbols that made Rory’s eyes ache if she stared too long. The air above them *shimmered*, like heat haze, but colder. Sharper. Nyx hissed, their form contracting, edges sharpening like a blade. “That’s not just the Veil thinning. That’s a *tear*.” Isolde didn’t deny it. She stepped forward, her bare feet silent on the moss, and pressed her palm against the nearest stone. The carvings flared with pale blue light, and for a heartbeat, Rory *saw* it—the Veil, a vast, shimmering curtain stretching endlessly in all directions, its threads unravelling at the edges like frayed cloth. And beyond it— Fire. Endless, hungry fire. She stumbled back, her boot catching on a root. The vision snapped shut like a slammed door. “You saw it too,” Isolde said, not a question. Rory’s mouth was dry. “Hel.” “Yes.” Isolde’s lavender eyes were distant, unfocused. “And it’s not the only one watching.” A gust of wind—no, not wind. *Breath*. Warm, damp, carrying the scent of rotting fruit and something darker, something that made Rory’s teeth ache. The flowers around them wilted, their petals curling in on themselves like burned paper. Nyx’s form rippled, their voice a snarl. “We’re not alone.” The shadows at the edge of the clearing *moved*. Not like Nyx’s shadows—smooth, controlled. These were jagged, *wrong*, like something had taken a knife to the darkness and left it in ragged strips. And from those strips, *eyes* emerged. Dozens of them. Pale, pupil-less, blinking slowly in the dim light. Rory’s fingers closed around the dagger’s hilt. The metal was so cold it burned. “Isolde.” The half-Fae didn’t move. Didn’t blink. “They’ve been waiting.” The eyes in the dark *laughed*. Not a sound—no, worse. A *feeling*, a pressure inside Rory’s skull, like fingers probing at her thoughts. She gritted her teeth, her free hand flying to the pendant. The crimson glow flared, searing through her shirt, and the laughter *screeched* to a halt. Silence. Then, from the darkness, a voice—smooth, syrupy, dripping with amusement. “Well. Aren’t you a *delight*.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags5
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences23
tagDensity0.217
leniency0.435
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
89.27% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount932
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"slowly"
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)
8.80% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount932
totalAiIsms17
found
0
word"etched"
count1
1
word"pulsed"
count1
2
word"whisper"
count1
3
word"tracing"
count1
4
word"silence"
count3
5
word"pulse"
count2
6
word"beacon"
count1
7
word"rhythmic"
count1
8
word"wavering"
count1
9
word"flickered"
count1
10
word"stomach"
count1
11
word"perfect"
count1
12
word"shimmered"
count1
13
word"searing"
count1
highlights
0"etched"
1"pulsed"
2"whisper"
3"tracing"
4"silence"
5"pulse"
6"beacon"
7"rhythmic"
8"wavering"
9"flickered"
10"stomach"
11"perfect"
12"shimmered"
13"searing"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences80
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences80
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences96
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen34
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans17
markdownWords17
totalWords914
ratio0.019
matches
0"shifted"
1"stand"
2"leaned"
3"there"
4"rippled"
5"watchful"
6"shimmered"
7"tear"
8"saw"
9"Breath"
10"moved"
11"wrong"
12"eyes"
13"laughed"
14"feeling"
15"screeched"
16"delight"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions10
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
63.26% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions33
wordCount807
uniqueNames8
maxNameDensity1.73
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Rory14
Richmond1
Park1
Fae-forged1
Isolde8
Nyx6
Veil1
Fire1
persons
0"Rory"
1"Isolde"
2"Nyx"
places
0"Richmond"
1"Park"
globalScore0.633
windowScore0.833
51.96% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences51
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"as if breathing"
1"as if tracking their movement"
90.59% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords1.094
wordCount914
matches
0"neither loud nor"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences96
matches
0"called that—wound"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs34
mean26.88
std21.24
cv0.79
sampleLengths
082
140
245
360
458
510
641
713
823
938
103
1149
1237
135
1426
1511
1660
1719
1858
194
2017
219
225
2314
2438
2510
269
2741
2815
299
3049
311
3210
335
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences80
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs141
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount15
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences13
totalSentences96
ratio0.135
matches
0"One moment, she’d been trudging through Richmond Park’s damp undergrowth, the next—she stepped between two gnarled oaks and the world *shifted*."
1"The trees here didn’t just *stand*—they *leaned*, their branches twisting into impossible arches overhead, their bark etched with silver veins that pulsed faintly, as if the wood itself breathed."
2"Ahead, the path—if it could be called that—wound between towering wildflowers that swayed without wind, their petals shifting from violet to gold as if breathing."
3"And the silence—thick, heavy, the kind that pressed against eardrums until Rory’s pulse sounded too loud in her own skull."
4"The pendant around her neck—the one she still didn’t know the origin of—had gone warm against her skin, its faint crimson glow seeping through the fabric of her shirt."
5"The flowers here weren’t just wild—they were *watchful*."
6"A sound cut through the silence—a low, melodic chime, like wind through glass."
7"The carvings flared with pale blue light, and for a heartbeat, Rory *saw* it—the Veil, a vast, shimmering curtain stretching endlessly in all directions, its threads unravelling at the edges like frayed cloth."
8"And beyond it—"
9"A gust of wind—no, not wind."
10"Not like Nyx’s shadows—smooth, controlled."
11"Not a sound—no, worse."
12"Then, from the darkness, a voice—smooth, syrupy, dripping with amusement."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount825
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount32
adverbRatio0.03878787878787879
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.008484848484848486
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences96
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences96
mean9.52
std7.2
cv0.756
sampleLengths
013
121
219
329
421
517
62
714
820
911
1025
115
1210
1320
1414
1514
1620
1710
183
197
203
215
2210
2320
243
259
264
2717
286
292
3029
314
323
333
348
3516
3611
3714
3813
3913
405
416
424
431
4417
459
463
472
484
492
66.67% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats1
diversityRatio0.40625
totalSentences96
uniqueOpeners39
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences71
matches
0"Then Isolde stepped forward, her"
1"Instead, she reached out, her"
2"Then, from the darkness, a"
ratio0.042
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount10
totalSentences71
matches
0"they murmured, their voice a"
1"It was softer, diffused, like"
2"She moved without sound, her"
3"she said, her voice neither"
4"She never did, not directly."
5"She didn’t like that."
6"They pressed deeper."
7"She stepped forward, her bare"
8"She stumbled back, her boot"
9"She gritted her teeth, her"
ratio0.141
93.80% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount52
totalSentences71
matches
0"The air inside the grove"
1"The scent of damp earth"
2"The trees here didn’t just"
3"Nyx slipped through the gap"
4"they murmured, their voice a"
5"Rory exhaled through her nose,"
6"The metal was colder than"
7"The light here wasn’t sunlight."
8"It was softer, diffused, like"
9"She moved without sound, her"
10"she said, her voice neither"
11"Rory’s skin prickled."
12"Isolde didn’t answer."
13"She never did, not directly."
14"The moment she touched it,"
15"Nyx drifted closer, their form"
16"Isolde said, as if that"
17"The pendant around her neck—the"
18"She didn’t like that."
19"They pressed deeper."
ratio0.732
70.42% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences71
matches
0"If this place wanted to"
ratio0.014
56.28% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences33
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"The trees here didn’t just *stand*—they *leaned*, their branches twisting into impossible arches overhead, their bark etched with silver veins that pulsed faint…"
1"Ahead, the path—if it could be called that—wound between towering wildflowers that swayed without wind, their petals shifting from violet to gold as if breathin…"
2"Nyx hissed, their form contracting, edges sharpening like a blade."
3"Warm, damp, carrying the scent of rotting fruit and something darker, something that made Rory’s teeth ache."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags5
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"they murmured, their voice a whisper that slithered between the leaves"
1"Isolde said, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags5
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"they murmured (murmur)"
dialogueSentences23
tagDensity0.217
leniency0.435
rawRatio0.2
effectiveRatio0.087
83.0349%