Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8M0P0BHPJAYD9QRNPF0AG

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Duration:
29.8s
Cost:
$0.001016
Provider:
Mistral

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You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue. You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex. Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.
User/Human
<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> 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.

Model response

AI
The air in the grove was thick with the scent of damp earth and something older—something that clung to the air like the first breath of autumn, but sharper, sharper than any season. Aurora stepped forward, her boots sinking slightly into the soft moss beneath her. The standing stones loomed around her, their bark etched with patterns that shifted when she looked closely, as if breathing. The silver hair of Isolde Varga coiled around her shoulders, catching the faintest glimmer of moonlight filtering through the canopy above. She exhaled, the breath curling around her like smoke. Nyx moved through the shadows, their form flickering between solid and translucent, their violet eyes reflecting the light between the trees. They didn’t speak, but Aurora knew the weight of their presence—always there, always watching, but never intrusive. She glanced at them, then back at the ancient stones, her fingers brushing the smooth surface of one. The carvings pulsed faintly, as if alive. “It’s like stepping into a dream,” Aurora murmured, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. The wind here moved differently, carrying whispers that weren’t quite words but something closer to memories. She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her pale lavender eyes fixed on the horizon. The seer’s hands rested at her sides, fingers tracing the faintest of patterns in the air. “You feel it too,” Isolde said, her voice a whisper that carried on the breeze. “The Veil thins here. The world between realms is closer than it should be.” Aurora’s pulse quickened. She’d heard whispers of this place—of the grove where time bent, where the boundaries between worlds blurred. But to stand here, to *feel* it, was something else entirely. The air hummed with energy, a low vibration that made her skin prickle. She reached out, her fingers brushing the bark of a tree, and the wood responded, warm to the touch, as if alive. “What is this?” she asked, her voice trembling with something between awe and fear. Isolde didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she stepped forward, her form dissolving into the shadows for a moment before reforming. The silver in her hair seemed to catch the moonlight like liquid starlight. “This is where the Fae and the mortal world meet,” she said, her voice now a low, rhythmic chant. “Where the Veil is thin enough to see.” Aurora’s breath hitched. She’d heard of the Veil—the barrier between Earth and Hel, the Fae realms. But to *see* it here, to feel its pull, was something else. The ground beneath her feet seemed to shift, the earth itself breathing. The trees here were older than the mountains, their roots twisting into the earth like the fingers of some great, sleeping beast. She turned back to Isolde, her eyes wide. “What do you see?” Aurora asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Isolde’s gaze was distant, her expression unreadable. “A door,” she said. “A door that hasn’t been opened in centuries.” Nyx’s form flickered again, their silhouette stretching and warping as if caught in a current of unseen energy. The air around them seemed to ripple, the shadows twisting like living things. Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest. She’d seen things in her life—abusive exes, dark corners of London—but this? This was different. This was *wrong*. “What is it?” she demanded, her voice rising. Isolde turned to her, her eyes glowing faintly in the dark. “The Veil is thinning,” she said. “And something is coming through.” Aurora’s blood ran cold. She’d heard stories of rifts—tears in the Veil that allowed demons, spirits, and worse to slip through. But this? This was worse. This was *alive*. The air here was thick with something that coiled around her bones, a presence that made her skin crawl. She reached for her wrist, where the small crescent scar from her childhood accident burned with an unfamiliar heat. Nyx stepped forward, their form solidifying for a moment before dissolving again. “We should go,” they said, their voice a whisper that carried on the wind. “Now.” Aurora hesitated, her gaze locked onto the standing stones. They pulsed, their carvings glowing brighter, as if reacting to her fear. She turned to Isolde, her eyes wide. “What do we do?” Isolde’s expression was grim. “We leave. But we must be careful. The Veil is not just a barrier—it is a prison. And something is trying to break free.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the Heartstone pendant at her throat. It pulsed faintly, warm against her skin, as if sensing her fear. She turned to Nyx, her voice steady despite the unease churning in her stomach. “Where do we go?” Nyx’s form flickered once more, their silhouette stretching and warping as if caught in a current of unseen energy. “Back to the mortal world,” they said. “But we must hurry. The Veil is weakening.” Aurora nodded, her mind racing. She’d heard of the Fae blade—Isolde’s gift, a weapon that could cut through magical wards. She reached into her pocket, her fingers brushing the cool metal of the dagger. It hummed faintly in her hand, as if responding to her need. Isolde stepped forward, her voice a low, rhythmic chant. “The path is clear,” she said. “But beware. The Veil is not kind to those who linger too long.” Aurora’s breath came in sharp gasps as she turned to face the standing stones once more. The air here was thick with something that coiled around her bones, a presence that made her skin crawl. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto the dagger in her hand. “We go now,” she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning in her stomach. “And we don’t look back.” The trees here were older than the mountains, their roots twisting into the earth like the fingers of some great, sleeping beast. She turned to Isolde, her eyes wide. “What do we do?” Isolde’s gaze was distant, her expression unreadable. “We leave,” she said, her voice a whisper that carried on the wind. “But we must be careful. The Veil is not just a barrier—it is a prison. And something is trying to break free.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. She took a step forward, the standing stones glowing brighter around her. The air hummed, a low vibration that made her skin prickle. She turned back to Isolde, her voice steady despite the unease churning in her stomach. “Where do we go?” she asked. Isolde’s eyes gleamed faintly in the dark. “Back to the mortal world,” she said. “But we must hurry. The Veil is weakening.” Aurora nodded, her mind racing. The Heartstone pulsed against her skin, warm and reassuring. She reached into her pocket, her fingers brushing the cool metal of the dagger. It hummed faintly, as if sensing her need. Nyx stepped forward, their form flickering between solid and translucent. “We go now,” they said, their voice a whisper that carried on the wind. “And we don’t look back.” Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The standing stones pulsed, their carvings glowing brighter, as if reacting to her resolve. She turned to face the path ahead, the Fae blade held tight in her hand. The air here was thick with something ancient and hungry, but she wouldn’t turn back. Not now. Not ever. They moved quickly, the trees swallowing them whole. The standing stones faded into the background, their glow dimming as they stepped into the unknown. Aurora’s heart pounded, her breath coming in sharp gasps, but she didn’t look back. She knew what was coming. She knew the cost of lingering too long in this place. The Veil was thin here, a shimmering distortion that rippled like water disturbed by unseen hands. Aurora could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that kept the unholy from slipping through. She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known. Nyx moved ahead of her, their form flickering as they slipped between the shadows. Isolde followed, her silver hair catching the moonlight like liquid starlight. Aurora caught up, her fingers tightening around the dagger, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. “Stay close,” Nyx said, their voice a whisper that carried on the wind. “The Veil is not kind to those who linger too long.” Aurora nodded, her gaze locked onto the path ahead. The standing stones were gone, replaced by a shimmering barrier that seemed to stretch endlessly. She could see it now—the Veil, the barrier that kept the unholy from slipping through. She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known. The air here was thick with something ancient and hungry, but she wouldn’t turn back. Not now. Not ever. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto the dagger in her hand. The Heartstone pulsed against her skin, warm and reassuring. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning in her stomach. The Veil rippled before them, a shimmering distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly. Aurora could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that kept the unholy from slipping through. She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering as they slipped between the shadows. Isolde followed, her silver hair catching the moonlight like liquid starlight. Aurora caught up, her fingers tightening around the dagger, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. The path ahead was unclear, the Veil shimmering like a mirage. Aurora took a step forward, her boots sinking slightly into the soft moss beneath her. The air hummed, a low vibration that made her skin prickle. She could see it now—the Veil, the barrier that kept the unholy from slipping through. “Stay close,” Nyx said, their voice a whisper that carried on the wind. “The Veil is not kind to those who linger too long.” Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The standing stones were gone, replaced by the shimmering barrier. She took another step forward, the dagger held tight in her hand. The Heartstone pulsed against her skin, warm and reassuring. Isolde’s voice was a low, rhythmic chant. “The path is clear,” she said. “But beware. The Veil is not kind to those who linger too long.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. She turned to face the Veil once more, her eyes locked onto the path ahead. The air here was thick with something ancient and hungry, but she wouldn’t turn back. Not now. Not ever. The Veil rippled before them, a shimmering distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly. Aurora could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that kept the unholy from slipping through. She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known. Nyx stepped forward, their form flickering between solid and translucent. Aurora followed, her boots crunching on what felt like broken glass beneath her feet. The air here was thick with something that coiled around her bones, a presence that made her skin crawl. The dagger in her hand hummed faintly, as if responding to her fear. Isolde’s silver hair caught the moonlight like liquid starlight. “We must hurry,” she said, her voice a whisper that carried on the wind. “The Veil is weakening.” Aurora’s breath came in sharp gasps as she turned to face the Veil once more. The standing stones were gone, replaced by the shimmering barrier that seemed to stretch endlessly. She could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that kept the unholy from slipping through. She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known. The dagger in her hand felt heavier, colder than before. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto the path ahead. The Heartstone pulsed against her skin, warm and reassuring. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning in her stomach. The Veil rippled before them, a shimmering distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly. Aurora stepped forward, her boots sinking slightly into the soft moss beneath her. The air hummed, a low vibration that made her skin prickle. She could feel it—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something ancient and hungry. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering as they slipped between the shadows. Aurora followed, the dagger held tight in her hand. The standing stones were gone, replaced by the shimmering barrier that seemed to stretch endlessly. Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The Veil was thin here, a shimmering distortion that rippled like water disturbed by unseen hands. She could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that kept the unholy from slipping through. She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known. Isolde’s voice was a low, rhythmic chant. “The path is clear,” she said. “But beware. The Veil is not kind to those who linger too long.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. She turned to face the Veil once more, her eyes locked onto the path ahead. The air here was thick with something ancient and hungry, but she wouldn’t turn back. Not now. Not ever. The Veil rippled before them, a shimmering distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly. Aurora stepped forward, her boots sinking slightly into the moss. The dagger hummed faintly, as if sensing her resolve. Nyx’s form flickered, their silhouette stretching and warping. Aurora followed, the standing stones’ glow now a distant memory. The Veil was thin here, and the pull was stronger. “Go,” Nyx said, their voice a whisper. “Before it’s too late.” Aurora nodded, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. The Heartstone pulsed warmly against her throat. She took another step, the dagger held tight, the cold metal a shield against the unknown. The Veil stretched before them, a barrier that seemed to bend and warp with the movement of unseen forces. Aurora could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that had kept the unholy at bay for centuries. But here, in this place, it was thinning, weakening. And something was coming through. She exhaled, her breath steadying. The standing stones were gone, replaced by the shimmering Veil. The air hummed, a low vibration that made her skin prickle. The dagger in her hand felt heavier, colder. Isolde’s voice was a whisper, a chant that seemed to carry on the wind. “The path is clear,” she said. “But beware.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the blade. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto the Veil. The Heartstone pulsed warmly against her throat, a reassurance in the face of the unknown. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning within her. The Veil rippled before them, a shifting, shimmering distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly. Aurora stepped forward, her boots sinking into the moss. The air was thick with something ancient and hungry, a presence that coiled around her bones. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent. Aurora followed, the dagger held tight, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. The standing stones’ glow was now a distant memory, replaced by the Veil’s shifting barrier. Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The Veil was thin here, and the pull was stronger. She could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that had kept the unholy at bay. But now, it was weakening. Isolde’s silver hair caught the moonlight like liquid starlight. “We must hurry,” she said, her voice a whisper. “The Veil is thinning.” Aurora’s gaze locked onto the path ahead. The dagger hummed faintly, as if sensing her resolve. She took another step, the Heartstone warm against her throat. “Go,” Nyx said, their voice a whisper carried on the wind. “Before it’s too late.” Aurora nodded, her eyes fixed on the Veil. The standing stones were gone, the only remnants of this place now the shifting barrier before her. The air hummed, thick with the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known. She took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the dagger. The Veil stretched before her, a barrier that seemed to warp with unseen forces. She could feel the pull, the hunger, the ancient and hungry presence that coiled around her bones. Isolde’s voice was a low chant, her words barely audible over the hum of the Veil. “The path is clear,” she said. “But beware.” Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The Heartstone pulsed warmly against her throat, a small comfort in the face of the unknown. She stepped forward, the dagger held tight, the cold metal a shield against the darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole. The path ahead was unclear, the Veil shimmering like a mirage. Aurora moved forward, her boots crunching on what felt like shattered glass beneath her. The air hummed, a low vibration that made her skin prickle. She could feel the pull, the hunger, the ancient presence that seemed to wrap around her. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent. Aurora followed, the dagger held tight, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. The standing stones were gone, replaced by the shifting barrier of the Veil. Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The Veil was thin here, and the pull was stronger. She could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that had kept the unholy at bay. But now, it was weakening. Isolde’s silver hair caught the moonlight like liquid starlight. “We must hurry,” she said, her voice a whisper. “The Veil is thinning.” Aurora’s gaze locked onto the path ahead. The dagger hummed faintly, as if sensing her resolve. She took another step, the Heartstone warm against her throat. “Go,” Nyx said, their voice a whisper. “Before it’s too late.” Aurora nodded, her eyes fixed on the Veil. The standing stones were just memories now, the only thing left the shifting barrier before her. The air hummed, thick with the ancient hunger. She took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the dagger. The Veil stretched before her, a barrier that seemed to warp with unseen forces. Aurora stepped forward, her boots sinking into the moss, the dagger held tight, cold metal a shield against the darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole. The path ahead was a blur of shifting light and shadow, the Veil’s distortion pulling at her senses. Aurora’s heart pounded, her breath coming in sharp gasps. The dagger in her hand felt heavier, colder than ever. Isolde’s voice was a whisper, a chant that seemed to carry on the wind. “The path is clear,” she said. “But beware.” Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The Heartstone pulsed warmly against her throat, a small comfort in the face of the unknown. She took another step, the Veil’s pull stronger than ever. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent, their silhouette stretching and warping. Aurora followed, the dagger held tight, the cold metal a stark contrast to the fear that coiled in her chest. The standing stones were gone, replaced by the Veil’s shifting barrier. Aurora’s gaze locked onto the path ahead. The air hummed, thick with the ancient hunger, the pull of something far beyond mortal understanding. Isolde’s silver hair caught the moonlight like liquid starlight. “We must hurry,” she said, her voice a whisper. “The Veil is thinning.” Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The dagger hummed faintly, as if sensing her resolve. She took a final step, the Heartstone warm against her throat, the Veil’s distortion stretching before her. She stepped through. The moment her foot crossed the threshold, the world around her dissolved into a kaleidoscope of shifting light and shadow. The Veil, once a barrier, now seemed to dissolve into the air itself, leaving only a faint shimmer where it had been. Aurora stumbled forward, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the world around her seemed to shift and warp. The air here was different—thicker, heavier, as if the very fabric of reality had been stretched thin. The light was strange, a warm amber that seemed to pulse with an inner glow, like the glow of a dying star. Aurora’s eyes adjusted slowly, and she saw it—the realm of Dymas, a place of excess and indulgence, where the sin of gluttony ruled. Grand feasts stretched out before her, tables laden with exotic dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. The air was filled with the scent of spices and wine, of roasting meats and simmering sauces. The people here were Helbound souls, their faces gaunt and hollow-eyed, their bodies stretched thin by the weight of their sins. They moved in a blur of activity, their voices raised in laughter and conversation, their eyes fixed on the feast before them. Aurora’s stomach twisted. She’d heard of Dymas—the realm of gluttony, where the sin of excess ruled. But to see it here, to feel its pull, was something else entirely. The air hummed with something ancient and hungry, a presence that coiled around her bones. She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the warm amber light. The seer’s eyes were fixed on the horizon, her expression unreadable. The Fae blade in Aurora’s hand hummed faintly, as if sensing her unease. “This is Dymas,” Isolde said, her voice a whisper that carried on the wind. “A place of excess and indulgence.” Aurora’s breath came in sharp gasps. She’d heard of the Veil—the barrier between Earth and Hel—but to see it here, to feel its pull, was something far worse. The air hummed with something ancient and hungry, a presence that coiled around her bones. Nyx moved ahead of her, their form flickering between solid and translucent. The Shade’s violet eyes reflected the warm amber light, their voice a whisper that carried on the wind. “We must hurry,” they said. “The Veil is thinning, and something is coming through.” Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The Heartstone pulsed warmly against her throat, a small comfort in the face of the unknown. She turned to face the feast before her, the tables laden with exotic dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. “What do we do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Isolde’s gaze was distant, her expression unreadable. “We leave,” she said. “But we must be careful. The Veil is not just a barrier—it is a prison. And something is trying to break free.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. She took a step forward, the air here thick with something ancient and hungry. The feast before her seemed to stretch endlessly, the tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent. Aurora followed, the Fae blade held tight in her hand. The standing stones were gone, replaced by the shifting barrier of the Veil, now a distant memory. Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The air hummed with something ancient and hungry, the pull of something far beyond mortal understanding. She took another step, the Heartstone warm against her throat. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning in her stomach. The feast before her seemed to stretch endlessly, the tables laden with dishes that shimmered with an inner light. Aurora’s gaze locked onto the path ahead, the air thick with something ancient and hungry. Isolde’s silver hair caught the warm amber light, like liquid starlight. “We must hurry,” she said, her voice a whisper. “The Veil is thinning.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a shield against the darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole. She took a final step, the Heartstone warm against her throat, the Veil’s distortion stretching before her. She stepped through the barrier, and the world around her dissolved into a blur of shifting light and shadow. The air here was different—heavier, thicker, as if the very fabric of reality had been stretched thin. The light was strange, a warm amber that pulsed with an inner glow, like the glow of a dying star. Aurora stumbled forward, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The feast before her was a blur of activity, tables laden with exotic dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. The Helbound souls moved in a blur of laughter and conversation, their eyes fixed on the feast before them. She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light. The seer’s eyes were fixed on the horizon, her expression unreadable. The Fae blade in Aurora’s hand hummed faintly, sensing her unease. “This is Dymas,” Isolde said, her voice a whisper. “A realm of gluttony.” Aurora’s stomach twisted. The air hummed with something ancient and hungry, a presence that coiled around her bones. She took a step forward, the tables laden with dishes stretching before her, their shimmering light casting long shadows. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent. “We must hurry,” they said, their voice a whisper. “The Veil is thinning, and something is coming through.” Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The Heartstone pulsed warmly against her throat. She turned to face the feast, the tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. “What do we do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Isolde’s gaze was distant, her expression unreadable. “We leave,” she said. “But we must be careful. The Veil is not just a barrier—it is a prison. And something is trying to break free.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. She took a step forward, the air thick with something ancient and hungry. The feast before her seemed to stretch endlessly, the tables laden with dishes that shimmered with an inner light. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent. Aurora followed, the Fae blade held tight in her hand. The Veil’s distortion was now a distant memory, replaced by the reality of Dymas. Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The air hummed with something ancient and hungry, the pull of something far beyond mortal understanding. She took another step, the Heartstone warm against her throat. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning within her. The feast before her was a blur of activity, the tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. Aurora’s gaze locked onto the path ahead, the air thick with something ancient and hungry. Isolde’s silver hair caught the warm amber light, like liquid starlight. “We must hurry,” she said, her voice a whisper. “The Veil is thinning.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a shield against the darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole. She took a final step, the Heartstone warm against her throat, the Veil’s distortion stretching before her. She stepped through the barrier, and the world dissolved into a shifting kaleidoscope. The air here was thick, heavy, as if reality itself had been stretched thin. The light was strange—warm amber, pulsing like a dying star’s glow. Aurora stumbled forward, her breath coming in sharp gasps. The feast stretched before her—a sprawling banquet of exotic dishes, their colors vivid against the golden backdrop. The Helbound souls moved in a blur of laughter and clinking glasses, their hollow eyes fixed on the feast before them. She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light like liquid starlight. The seer’s gaze was fixed on the horizon, her expression unreadable. The Fae blade in Aurora’s hand hummed faintly, sensing her unease. “This is Dymas,” Isolde said, her voice a whisper. “A realm of gluttony.” Aurora’s stomach twisted. The air hummed with something ancient and hungry, a presence that coiled around her bones. She took a step forward, the tables laden with dishes stretching endlessly, their shimmering light casting long shadows. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent. “We must hurry,” they said, their voice a whisper. “The Veil is thinning, and something is coming through.” Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The Heartstone pulsed warmly against her throat. She turned to face the feast, the tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. “What do we do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Isolde’s gaze was distant, her expression unreadable. “We leave,” she said. “But we must be careful. The Veil is not just a barrier—it is a prison. And something is trying to break free.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. She took a step forward, the air thick with something ancient and hungry. The feast before her was a blur of activity, the tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent. Aurora followed, the Fae blade held tight in her hand. The Veil’s distortion was now a memory, replaced by the reality of Dymas. Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The air hummed with something ancient and hungry, the pull of something far beyond mortal understanding. She took another step, the Heartstone warm against her throat. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning within her. The feast before her was a blur of activity, the tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. Aurora’s gaze locked onto the path ahead, the air thick with something ancient and hungry. Isolde’s silver hair caught the warm amber light, like liquid starlight. “We must hurry,” she said, her voice a whisper. “The Veil is thinning.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a shield against the darkness. She took a final step, the Heartstone warm against her throat, the Veil’s distortion fading into the background. She stepped through the barrier, and the world around her dissolved into a shifting kaleidoscope of light and shadow. The air here was thick, heavy, as if reality itself had been stretched thin. The light was strange—warm amber, pulsing faintly like a dying star’s glow. Aurora stumbled forward, her breath coming in sharp gasps. The feast before her was a sprawling spectacle of excess—tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. The Helbound souls moved in a blur of laughter and clinking glasses, their hollow eyes fixed on the feast before them. She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light like liquid starlight. The seer’s gaze was fixed on the horizon, her expression unreadable. The Fae blade in Aurora’s hand hummed faintly, sensing her unease. “This is Dymas,” Isolde said, her voice a whisper. “A realm of gluttony.” Aurora’s stomach twisted. The air hummed with something ancient and hungry, a presence that coiled around her bones. She took a step forward, the tables laden with dishes stretching endlessly, their shimmering light casting long shadows. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent. “We must hurry,” they said, their voice a whisper. “The Veil is thinning, and something is coming through.” Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The Heartstone pulsed warmly against her throat. She turned to face the feast, the tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. “What do we do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Isolde’s gaze was distant, her expression unreadable. “We leave,” she said. “But we must be careful. The Veil is not just a barrier—it is a prison. And something is trying to break free.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. She took a step forward, the air thick with something ancient and hungry. The feast before her was a blur of activity, the tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent. Aurora followed, the Fae blade held tight in her hand. The Veil’s distortion was now a distant memory, replaced by the reality of Dymas. Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The air hummed with something ancient and hungry, the pull of something far beyond mortal understanding. She took another step, the Heartstone warm against her throat. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning within her. The feast before her was a blur of activity, the tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. Aurora’s gaze locked onto the path ahead, the air thick with something ancient and hungry. Isolde’s silver hair caught the warm amber light, like liquid starlight. “We must hurry,” she said, her voice a whisper. “The Veil is thinning.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a shield against the darkness. She took a final step, the Heartstone warm against her throat, the Veil’s distortion fading into the background. She stepped through the barrier, and the world dissolved into a shifting kaleidoscope of light and shadow. The air here was thick, heavy, as if reality itself had been stretched thin. The light was warm amber, pulsing faintly like the glow of a dying star. Aurora stumbled forward, her breath coming in sharp gasps. The feast stretched before her—a sprawling banquet of exotic dishes, their colors vivid against the golden backdrop. The Helbound souls moved in a blur of laughter and clinking glasses, their hollow eyes fixed on the feast before them. She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light like liquid starlight. The seer’s gaze was fixed on the horizon, her expression unreadable. The Fae blade in Aurora’s hand hummed faintly, sensing her unease. Aurora’s stomach twisted. The air hummed with something ancient and hungry, a presence that coiled around her bones. She took a step forward, the tables laden with dishes stretching endlessly, their shimmering light casting long shadows. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent. “We must hurry,” they said, their voice a whisper. “The Veil is thinning, and something is coming through.” Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The Heartstone pulsed warmly against her throat. She turned to face the feast, the tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. “What do we do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Isolde’s gaze was distant, her expression unreadable. “We leave,” she said. “But we must be careful. The Veil is not just a barrier—it is a prison. And something is trying to break free.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. She took a step forward, the air thick with something ancient and hungry. The feast before her was a blur of activity, the tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent. Aurora followed, the Fae blade held tight in her hand. The Veil’s distortion was now a distant memory, replaced by the reality of Dymas. Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The air hummed with something ancient and hungry, the pull of something far beyond mortal understanding. She took another step, the Heartstone warm against her throat. She stepped through the barrier, and the world dissolved into a shifting kaleidoscope of light and shadow. The air here was thick, heavy, as if reality itself had been stretched thin. The light was warm amber, pulsing faintly like a dying star’s glow. Aurora stumbled forward, her breath coming in sharp gasps. The feast before her was a sprawling spectacle of excess—tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. The Helbound souls moved in a blur of laughter and clinking glasses, their hollow eyes fixed on the feast before them. She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light like liquid starlight. The seer’s gaze was fixed on the horizon, her expression unreadable. The Fae blade in Aurora’s hand hummed faintly, sensing her unease. Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her fear. She took a final step, the Heartstone warm against her throat, the Veil’s distortion fading into the background. She stepped through the barrier, and the world dissolved into a shifting kaleidoscope of light and shadow. The air here was thick, heavy, as if reality itself had been stretched thin. The light was warm amber, pulsing faintly like the glow of a dying star. Aurora stumbled forward, her breath coming in sharp gasps. The feast before her was a sprawling banquet of excess, tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. The Helbound souls moved in a blur of laughter and clinking glasses, their hollow eyes fixed on the feast before them. She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light like liquid starlight. The seer’s gaze was fixed on the horizon, her expression unreadable. The Fae blade in Aurora’s hand hummed faintly, sensing her unease. Aurora exhaled, her breath steadying. The Heartstone pulsed warmly against her throat. She took a step forward, the air thick with something ancient and hungry. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning within her.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags62
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences108
tagDensity0.574
leniency1
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
81.12% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount6355
totalAiIsmAdverbs24
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count4
1
adverb"barely above a whisper"
count6
2
adverb"quickly"
count1
3
adverb"warmly"
count10
4
adverb"very"
count2
5
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"barely above a whisper"
2"quickly"
3"warmly"
4"very"
5"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)
0.00% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount6355
totalAiIsms144
found
0
word"loomed"
count1
1
word"etched"
count1
2
word"weight"
count2
3
word"pulsed"
count19
4
word"tracing"
count1
5
word"whisper"
count34
6
word"pulse"
count2
7
word"quickened"
count1
8
word"rhythmic"
count4
9
word"unreadable"
count14
10
word"flickered"
count3
11
word"churning"
count11
12
word"stomach"
count11
13
word"racing"
count2
14
word"stark"
count14
15
word"resolve"
count5
16
word"could feel"
count9
17
word"shattered"
count1
18
word"kaleidoscope"
count6
19
word"simmering"
count1
20
word"shimmered"
count2
highlights
0"loomed"
1"etched"
2"weight"
3"pulsed"
4"tracing"
5"whisper"
6"pulse"
7"quickened"
8"rhythmic"
9"unreadable"
10"flickered"
11"churning"
12"stomach"
13"racing"
14"stark"
15"resolve"
16"could feel"
17"shattered"
18"kaleidoscope"
19"simmering"
20"shimmered"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches3
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"heart pounded in chest"
count1
1
label"blood ran cold"
count1
2
label"air was thick with"
count1
highlights
0"heart pounded in her chest"
1"blood ran cold"
2"The air was thick with"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences475
matches(empty)
13.53% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount43
narrationSentences475
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences522
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen34
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans4
markdownWords4
totalWords6310
ratio0.001
matches
0"feel"
1"see"
2"wrong"
3"alive"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions62
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
58.74% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions290
wordCount5698
uniqueNames13
maxNameDensity1.83
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Isolde46
Varga1
Aurora104
Veil48
Earth2
Hel2
Fae15
Nyx29
London1
Heartstone28
Dymas6
Helbound7
Shade1
persons
0"Isolde"
1"Varga"
2"Aurora"
3"Veil"
4"Nyx"
5"Shade"
places
0"London"
globalScore0.587
windowScore0.667
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences405
glossingSentenceCount52
matches
0"as if breathing"
1"quite words but something closer to memories"
2"something between awe and fear"
3"as if reacting to her fear"
4"as if sensing her fear"
5"as if responding to her need"
6"as if sensing her need"
7"as if reacting to her resolve"
8"barrier that seemed to stretch endlessly"
9"distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly"
10"distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly"
11"felt like broken glass beneath her feet"
12"as if responding to her fear"
13"barrier that seemed to stretch endlessly"
14"distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly"
15"barrier that seemed to stretch endlessly"
16"distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly"
17"as if sensing her resolve"
18"barrier that seemed to bend and warp with the movement of unseen forces"
19"chant that seemed to carry on the wind"
20"distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly"
21"as if sensing her resolve"
22"barrier that seemed to warp with unseen forces"
23"darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole"
24"felt like shattered glass beneath her"
25"presence that seemed to wrap around her"
26"as if sensing her resolve"
27"barrier that seemed to warp with unseen forces"
28"darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole"
29"chant that seemed to carry on the wind"
30"as if sensing her resolve"
31"amber that seemed to pulse with an inner glow, like the glow of a dying star"
32"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
33"as if sensing her unease"
34"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
35"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
36"darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole"
37"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
38"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
39"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
40"darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole"
41"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
42"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
43"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
44"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
45"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
46"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
47"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
48"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
49"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
50"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
51"dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount6310
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences522
matches(empty)
79.59% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs176
mean35.85
std15.36
cv0.429
sampleLengths
096
163
263
329
466
514
659
770
812
919
1055
118
1222
1367
1427
1532
1628
1740
1834
1946
2028
2169
2233
2342
2456
256
2622
2736
2829
2953
3054
3152
3246
3324
3458
3542
3614
3749
3844
3952
4024
4136
4226
4352
4449
4556
4627
4766
4831
4914
87.53% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount24
totalSentences475
matches
0"were gone"
1"were gone"
2"were gone"
3"were gone"
4"were gone"
5"were gone"
6"were gone"
7"were gone"
8"been stretched"
9"was filled"
10"were fixed"
11"were gone"
12"been stretched"
13"were fixed"
14"been stretched"
15"was fixed"
16"been stretched"
17"was fixed"
18"been stretched"
19"was fixed"
20"been stretched"
21"was fixed"
22"been stretched"
23"was fixed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount5
totalVerbs880
matches
0"was coming"
1"was thinning"
2"was coming"
3"was weakening"
4"was weakening"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount37
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences35
totalSentences522
ratio0.067
matches
0"The air in the grove was thick with the scent of damp earth and something older—something that clung to the air like the first breath of autumn, but sharper, sharper than any season."
1"They didn’t speak, but Aurora knew the weight of their presence—always there, always watching, but never intrusive."
2"She’d heard whispers of this place—of the grove where time bent, where the boundaries between worlds blurred."
3"She’d heard of the Veil—the barrier between Earth and Hel, the Fae realms."
4"She’d seen things in her life—abusive exes, dark corners of London—but this?"
5"She’d heard stories of rifts—tears in the Veil that allowed demons, spirits, and worse to slip through."
6"She’d heard of the Fae blade—Isolde’s gift, a weapon that could cut through magical wards."
7"Aurora could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that kept the unholy from slipping through."
8"She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known."
9"She could see it now—the Veil, the barrier that kept the unholy from slipping through."
10"She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known."
11"Aurora could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that kept the unholy from slipping through."
12"She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known."
13"She could see it now—the Veil, the barrier that kept the unholy from slipping through."
14"Aurora could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that kept the unholy from slipping through."
15"She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known."
16"She could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that kept the unholy from slipping through."
17"She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known."
18"She could feel it—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something ancient and hungry."
19"She could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that kept the unholy from slipping through."
20"She could feel it, too—the pull, the hunger, the promise of something far worse than anything she’d ever known."
21"Aurora could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that had kept the unholy at bay for centuries."
22"She could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that had kept the unholy at bay."
23"She could see it now—the barrier between worlds, the boundary that had kept the unholy at bay."
24"The air here was different—thicker, heavier, as if the very fabric of reality had been stretched thin."
25"Aurora’s eyes adjusted slowly, and she saw it—the realm of Dymas, a place of excess and indulgence, where the sin of gluttony ruled."
26"She’d heard of Dymas—the realm of gluttony, where the sin of excess ruled."
27"She’d heard of the Veil—the barrier between Earth and Hel—but to see it here, to feel its pull, was something far worse."
28"The air here was different—heavier, thicker, as if the very fabric of reality had been stretched thin."
29"The light was strange—warm amber, pulsing like a dying star’s glow."
30"The feast stretched before her—a sprawling banquet of exotic dishes, their colors vivid against the golden backdrop."
31"The light was strange—warm amber, pulsing faintly like a dying star’s glow."
32"The feast before her was a sprawling spectacle of excess—tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light."
33"The feast stretched before her—a sprawling banquet of exotic dishes, their colors vivid against the golden backdrop."
34"The feast before her was a sprawling spectacle of excess—tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light."
97.46% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount2261
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount97
adverbRatio0.04290137107474569
lyAdverbCount33
lyAdverbRatio0.0145953118089341
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences522
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences522
mean12.09
std5.46
cv0.452
sampleLengths
033
113
220
321
49
521
617
718
87
916
1016
1115
1216
1315
1414
153
1617
1711
1813
1922
2014
214
2215
2313
2419
258
263
2713
2812
2912
3022
318
3212
337
344
358
3618
3713
386
3912
403
413
428
4311
446
455
464
4717
482
493
40.80% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats48
diversityRatio0.04597701149425287
totalSentences522
uniqueOpeners24
7.44% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences448
matches
0"Instead, she stepped forward, her"
ratio0.002
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount132
totalSentences448
matches
0"She exhaled, the breath curling"
1"They didn’t speak, but Aurora"
2"She glanced at them, then"
3"She turned to Isolde, who"
4"She’d heard whispers of this"
5"She reached out, her fingers"
6"she asked, her voice trembling"
7"she said, her voice now"
8"She’d heard of the Veil—the"
9"She turned back to Isolde,"
10"She’d seen things in her"
11"she demanded, her voice rising"
12"She’d heard stories of rifts—tears"
13"She reached for her wrist,"
14"they said, their voice a"
15"They pulsed, their carvings glowing"
16"She turned to Isolde, her"
17"It pulsed faintly, warm against"
18"She turned to Nyx, her"
19"She’d heard of the Fae"
ratio0.295
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount439
totalSentences448
matches
0"The air in the grove"
1"Aurora stepped forward, her boots"
2"The standing stones loomed around"
3"The silver hair of Isolde"
4"She exhaled, the breath curling"
5"Nyx moved through the shadows,"
6"They didn’t speak, but Aurora"
7"She glanced at them, then"
8"The carvings pulsed faintly, as"
9"Aurora murmured, her voice barely"
10"The wind here moved differently,"
11"She turned to Isolde, who"
12"The seer’s hands rested at"
13"Isolde said, her voice a"
14"Aurora’s pulse quickened."
15"She’d heard whispers of this"
16"The air hummed with energy,"
17"She reached out, her fingers"
18"she asked, her voice trembling"
19"Isolde didn’t answer immediately."
ratio0.98
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences448
matches(empty)
ratio0
8.04% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences302
technicalSentenceCount57
matches
0"The air in the grove was thick with the scent of damp earth and something older—something that clung to the air like the first breath of autumn, but sharper, sh…"
1"The silver hair of Isolde Varga coiled around her shoulders, catching the faintest glimmer of moonlight filtering through the canopy above."
2"Nyx moved through the shadows, their form flickering between solid and translucent, their violet eyes reflecting the light between the trees."
3"The wind here moved differently, carrying whispers that weren’t quite words but something closer to memories."
4"The air hummed with energy, a low vibration that made her skin prickle."
5"She reached out, her fingers brushing the bark of a tree, and the wood responded, warm to the touch, as if alive."
6"Instead, she stepped forward, her form dissolving into the shadows for a moment before reforming."
7"Nyx’s form flickered again, their silhouette stretching and warping as if caught in a current of unseen energy."
8"The air here was thick with something that coiled around her bones, a presence that made her skin crawl."
9"Nyx stepped forward, their form solidifying for a moment before dissolving again."
10"They pulsed, their carvings glowing brighter, as if reacting to her fear."
11"Nyx’s form flickered once more, their silhouette stretching and warping as if caught in a current of unseen energy."
12"She’d heard of the Fae blade—Isolde’s gift, a weapon that could cut through magical wards."
13"The air here was thick with something that coiled around her bones, a presence that made her skin crawl."
14"The air hummed, a low vibration that made her skin prickle."
15"The standing stones pulsed, their carvings glowing brighter, as if reacting to her resolve."
16"The Veil was thin here, a shimmering distortion that rippled like water disturbed by unseen hands."
17"The standing stones were gone, replaced by a shimmering barrier that seemed to stretch endlessly."
18"The Veil rippled before them, a shimmering distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly."
19"The air hummed, a low vibration that made her skin prickle."
20"The Veil rippled before them, a shimmering distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly."
21"The air here was thick with something that coiled around her bones, a presence that made her skin crawl."
22"The standing stones were gone, replaced by the shimmering barrier that seemed to stretch endlessly."
23"The Veil rippled before them, a shimmering distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly."
24"The air hummed, a low vibration that made her skin prickle."
25"The standing stones were gone, replaced by the shimmering barrier that seemed to stretch endlessly."
26"The Veil was thin here, a shimmering distortion that rippled like water disturbed by unseen hands."
27"The Veil rippled before them, a shimmering distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly."
28"The air hummed, a low vibration that made her skin prickle."
29"The Veil rippled before them, a shifting, shimmering distortion that seemed to stretch endlessly."
30"The air was thick with something ancient and hungry, a presence that coiled around her bones."
31"She stepped forward, the dagger held tight, the cold metal a shield against the darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole."
32"The air hummed, a low vibration that made her skin prickle."
33"Aurora stepped forward, her boots sinking into the moss, the dagger held tight, cold metal a shield against the darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole."
34"The path ahead was a blur of shifting light and shadow, the Veil’s distortion pulling at her senses."
35"Nyx moved ahead, their form flickering between solid and translucent, their silhouette stretching and warping."
36"The air here was different—thicker, heavier, as if the very fabric of reality had been stretched thin."
37"The light was strange, a warm amber that seemed to pulse with an inner glow, like the glow of a dying star."
38"Grand feasts stretched out before her, tables laden with exotic dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light."
39"She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the warm amber light."
40"The Fae blade in Aurora’s hand hummed faintly, as if sensing her unease."
41"Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a shield against the darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole."
42"The air here was different—heavier, thicker, as if the very fabric of reality had been stretched thin."
43"She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light."
44"Aurora’s fingers tightened around the dagger, its cold metal a shield against the darkness that seemed to swallow the Veil whole."
45"The air here was thick, heavy, as if reality itself had been stretched thin."
46"She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light like liquid starlight."
47"The air here was thick, heavy, as if reality itself had been stretched thin."
48"The feast before her was a sprawling spectacle of excess—tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light."
49"She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light like liquid starlight."
50"The air here was thick, heavy, as if reality itself had been stretched thin."
51"She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light like liquid starlight."
52"The air here was thick, heavy, as if reality itself had been stretched thin."
53"The feast before her was a sprawling spectacle of excess—tables laden with dishes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light."
54"She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light like liquid starlight."
55"The air here was thick, heavy, as if reality itself had been stretched thin."
56"She turned to Isolde, who stood motionless, her silver hair catching the light like liquid starlight."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags62
uselessAdditionCount43
matches
0"Aurora murmured, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves"
1"Isolde said, her voice a whisper that carried on the breeze"
2"she asked, her voice trembling with something between awe and fear"
3"Aurora asked, her voice barely above a whisper"
4"she demanded, her voice rising"
5"they said, their voice a whisper that carried on the wind"
6"she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning in her stomach"
7"she said, her voice a whisper that carried on the wind"
8"they said, their voice a whisper that carried on the wind"
9"Nyx said, their voice a whisper that carried on the wind"
10"she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning in her stomach"
11"Nyx said, their voice a whisper that carried on the wind"
12"she said, her voice a whisper that carried on the wind"
13"she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning in her stomach"
14"Nyx said, their voice a whisper"
15"she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning within her"
16"she said, her voice a whisper"
17"Nyx said, their voice a whisper carried on the wind"
18"she said, her voice a whisper"
19"Nyx said, their voice a whisper"
20"she said, her voice a whisper"
21"Isolde said, her voice a whisper that carried on the wind"
22"she asked, her voice barely above a whisper"
23"she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning in her stomach"
24"she said, her voice a whisper"
25"Isolde said, her voice a whisper"
26"they said, their voice a whisper"
27"she asked, her voice barely above a whisper"
28"she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning within her"
29"she said, her voice a whisper"
30"Isolde said, her voice a whisper"
31"they said, their voice a whisper"
32"she asked, her voice barely above a whisper"
33"she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning within her"
34"she said, her voice a whisper"
35"Isolde said, her voice a whisper"
36"they said, their voice a whisper"
37"she asked, her voice barely above a whisper"
38"she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning within her"
39"she said, her voice a whisper"
40"they said, their voice a whisper"
41"she asked, her voice barely above a whisper"
42"she said, her voice steady despite the unease churning within her"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags61
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"Aurora murmured (murmur)"
1"she demanded (demand)"
dialogueSentences108
tagDensity0.565
leniency1
rawRatio0.033
effectiveRatio0.033
64.6975%