Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8PSW8PECYVN4EP0QY9CAK

Run Details

Model:
Grok 4
Duration:
3m 6s
Cost:
$0.075738
Provider:
xAI

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
Aurora pushed through the thicket of ancient oaks in Richmond Park, her boots crunching over fallen leaves that smelled of damp earth and something sweeter, like honeyed wine. Nyx glided beside her, their shadowy form flickering in and out of solidity, trailing wisps of darkness that clung to the underbrush. Isolde walked ahead, her silver hair swaying like a veil of moonlight, her bare feet leaving no imprint on the mossy ground. "This way. The stones whisper your coming." Aurora's fingers brushed the Heartstone Pendant at her neck. It warmed against her skin, pulsing with a rhythm that matched her quickening heartbeat. She glanced at Nyx, whose violet eyes glowed faintly in the dim light filtering through the canopy. "Feels like we're stepping into a dream I can't wake from." Nyx's whisper carried on a breeze that rustled no leaves. "Dreams have edges. This... pulls at the seams of reality." They emerged into a clearing ringed by towering oak stones, each one etched with spirals that seemed to twist under Aurora's gaze. She stopped, breath catching. The air hummed, alive with a vibration that set her teeth on edge. Wildflowers blanketed the ground in riots of color—crimson poppies nodding alongside sapphire bells that chimed softly when the wind touched them. But it was mid-autumn outside the park, and these blooms defied the season, petals unfurling as if spring had claimed this spot alone. Isolde spread her arms, her pale lavender eyes reflecting the unnatural glow. "Enter the Grove, seekers. Time bends here, a river looping back on itself." Aurora stepped past the first stone, and the world shifted. A warmth spread through her limbs, like sinking into a bath drawn from sun-warmed streams. She looked back—the park's familiar paths blurred, distorted through a haze that shimmered like heat rising from pavement. Her watch ticked erratically, seconds stretching into lazy drags before snapping forward in bursts. "Nyx, you feel that? Like the air's thicker, holding us." Their shadowy hand solidified, brushing Aurora's arm with a chill that countered the warmth. "It's the Veil thinning. Threads of Fae weave into Earth here. Touch the stone—feel the pulse." Aurora pressed her palm to the nearest oak monolith. Rough bark gave way to a smoothness like polished glass beneath her fingers. Vibrations traveled up her arm, humming secrets she couldn't decipher. Images flickered in her mind: swirling mists, laughter echoing from invisible throats, a glimpse of wings iridescent as oil on water. She yanked her hand back, heart pounding. "That... showed me things. Faces in the fog." Isolde circled the stone, her fingers trailing sparks of light that danced and faded. "Visions cling to the boundaries. The Grove remembers those who crossed before. Ask not what it shows—question what it hides." Nyx melted into a pool of shadow, reforming taller, their form stretching toward the canopy where branches intertwined in patterns that mimicked constellations Aurora didn't recognize. "The stars here aren't ours. Look up— that's no London sky." Aurora tilted her head back. Above, the amber hue bled into twilight, but pinpricks of light swirled in lazy spirals, forming shapes that pulsed with inner fire. A comet streaked across, leaving a trail of glittering dust that rained down softly, dusting her hair with specks that tingled on her scalp. She brushed them away, but the sensation lingered, a prickle of energy that made her skin hum. "Wonder if we'd even notice if days passed out there while we're in here." Unease coiled in her gut as she moved deeper, the ground sloping gently into a basin where a crystal stream bubbled from nowhere, its waters glowing with an inner luminescence. Fish darted beneath the surface, scales flashing in hues of emerald and gold, their movements too synchronized, like a dance rehearsed for centuries. Aurora knelt, dipping her fingers in. The water caressed her skin, cool and alive, whispering up her arm in tendrils of mist that formed fleeting shapes— a bird, a key, a shadowed figure— before dissolving. "This stream... it's showing me things too. Like it's alive." Nyx hovered over the water, their reflection distorting into elongated shadows that reached back toward them. "Fae essence infuses it. Drink, and you might glimpse futures—or lose yourself in echoes of the past." Isolde crouched beside Aurora, her reflection perfect and unrippled. "Taste carefully. The Grove offers gifts, but they come laced with barbs. One sip, and time might claim hours from your mortal coil." Aurora hesitated, then cupped her hands and lifted the water to her lips. It tasted of wild berries and storm-churned earth, flooding her senses with a rush of clarity. For a moment, the world sharpened— every petal's vein, every stone's groove etched into her vision. Then unease hit: her scar on her left wrist throbbed, the crescent shape glowing faintly as if awakened. She gasped, dropping the water, which splashed and reformed into tiny waves that lapped hungrily at her boots. "Did you see that? It moved like it wanted more." Nyx's form condensed, pulling shadows from the surrounding trees to thicken their silhouette. "The Grove hungers for stories. Yours bleeds into it now. Look— the flowers shift." Aurora followed their gaze. The wildflowers rippled, colors bleeding from one bloom to another, forming patterns that mimicked the scar on her wrist, crescents unfolding across the meadow. A low hum rose, not from the ground but from within her chest, syncing with the pendant's pulse. Wonder battled the creeping dread; this place breathed, responded, as if alive and watching. "Like it's mirroring me. Echoing my marks." Isolde traced a finger through the air, weaving threads of light that hung suspended. "The Grove weaves fates. Your scar tells of breakage— it listens, amplifies. Push deeper, and it might reveal the threads binding you to realms beyond." They pressed on, the basin giving way to a copse of trees with trunks twisted into arches, forming natural gateways draped in vines heavy with fruit that gleamed like jewels. Aurora plucked one, a plum-sized orb pulsing with inner light. Juice burst on her tongue when she bit in, sweet and tart, sending sparks of energy dancing through her veins. But as she swallowed, the vines stirred, coiling toward her like seeking tendrils. "These aren't just plants. They're reaching for us." Nyx slashed a shadowy limb through the vines, severing them with a hiss of escaping mist. "Fae flora guards its own. Taste too much, and it claims you as kin— roots binding flesh to soil." Unease sharpened into a chill that raised hairs on Aurora's arms. She dropped the fruit, watching it roll and sprout tiny shoots that burrowed into the earth, blooming instantly into a cluster of thorns. The air grew heavier, carrying faint whispers— voices in languages that twisted her thoughts, promising secrets if she lingered. "Those voices... they're calling names. Mine? Or something older?" Isolde paused at an archway, her hand hovering over a rune carved into the bark. "Echoes of the exiled. The Grove holds memories of the Fae Courts, fragments spilled through the Veil. Listen close, and you hear pleas— or warnings." Aurora strained her ears. The whispers swelled, layering into a chorus that tugged at her mind. One voice cut through, clear as a bell: "Carter... the shadow seeks the heart..." It faded, leaving her reeling, the words etching into her thoughts like brands. "That was my name. How does it know?" Nyx's eyes narrowed, glowing brighter. "The Veil frays here. Realms bleed secrets. Your pendant— it's from Hel, yes? Dymas' touch warms it. This place senses the rift you carry." Aurora clutched the Heartstone, its crimson glow intensifying, casting bloody light on the surrounding leaves. The warmth spread, countering the Grove's cool embrace, but it stirred something deeper— a pull toward an unseen edge, as if the ground might split and swallow her whole. They delved further, the arches leading to a central glade where mist hung thick, swirling in eddies that formed fleeting shapes: dancers twirling in gowns of spider silk, beasts with eyes like lanterns prowling the edges. Aurora's breath came shallow; wonder flooded her at the beauty, the impossible grace of it all, but unease gnawed— each shape dissolved when she blinked, leaving afterimages that burned behind her eyelids. "These mists... they're alive, showing stories." Isolde wove through the fog, her form blurring at the edges. "Stories of the Fae, etched in vapor. Touch one, and live it— but emerge changed, threads of their fate knotted to yours." Nyx extended a tendril of shadow into the mist, pulling back as it solidified into a claw that raked the air. "Dangerous beauty. It tempts, then traps. Feel the chill? That's the boundary straining." Aurora reached out, fingers grazing a swirl that coalesced into a vision: a court of towering figures with wings like stained glass, laughter ringing as they feasted on fruits that dripped starlight. Warmth bloomed in her chest, a pull to join them, but beneath it lurked a void, a hunger that echoed the whispers. She pulled away, shuddering. "Almost drew me in. Like it wanted to keep me." The glade expanded, revealing pools of water that reflected not the sky above but inverted landscapes— upside-down forests with rivers flowing skyward, cities built of crystal spires. Aurora leaned over one, her reflection staring back with eyes that glowed lavender, like Isolde's. She blinked, and it normalized, but the unease lingered, a knot in her throat. "My eyes changed in there. What is this place doing to us?" Isolde dipped a toe into the pool, sending ripples that distorted the inverted world. "Mirrors of possibility. The Grove reflects what could be, shadows of paths untaken. Gaze long, and you might step through— into realms where time unravels entirely." Nyx circled the pool, their form dipping in and out of the water without a splash. "Fascinating. And perilous. The air thickens here, pressing like unseen hands. We're deeper now— the exit might not lead back to the park we know." Aurora nodded, fingers tightening on the Fae-Forged Blade at her belt. The dagger's moonsilver hummed coldly, a counterpoint to the pendant's warmth. She sliced at a low-hanging vine that crept too close, the blade cutting clean through with a flash of luminescence. Sparks flew, illuminating hidden runes on the ground that pulsed in response. "This blade knows this place. It's reacting." They ventured on, the glade giving way to a labyrinth of hedges woven from thorns and blossoms, paths twisting in ways that defied logic. Aurora led now, her steps quickening as wonder pushed back the unease. A butterfly with wings like shattered glass fluttered past, landing on her shoulder, its antennae twitching as if listening to her thoughts. "Never seen anything like it. Wings reflect everything— us, the stones, even glimpses of London outside." Nyx swatted at a swarm of similar insects that gathered, their shadows dispersing the creatures into puffs of glittering dust. "Messengers, perhaps. Or spies. The Grove watches newcomers closely." Isolde followed, her laughter a soft chime. "Delight in the dance, but beware the sting. These paths loop, teasing the lost with illusions of escape." A fork appeared, one path lined with flowers that sang in harmonious tones, the other shrouded in mist that whispered temptations. Aurora chose the singing path, the melodies wrapping around her like silk, easing the tension in her shoulders. But as they walked, the songs shifted, incorporating her name in melodies that tugged at memories— Evan's cruel grip, Eva's urgent call to flee Cardiff. She froze, the wonder fracturing. "It's using my past. Twisting it into music." Nyx's voice cut through the tune. "Illusion feeds on truth. Shake it off— focus on the ground beneath your feet." Aurora shook her head, the scar throbbing again. The path straightened, revealing a stone altar at its end, draped in vines that bore fruit pulsing with light. She approached, compelled, the air vibrating with energy that made her bones resonate. "This altar... it's calling to something in me. The pendant's burning hot now." Isolde placed a hand on the stone, runes igniting under her touch. "Center of the Grove. Here, prophecies unfold. Lay your artifact upon it, and see what the realms reveal." Aurora hesitated, unease surging as shadows lengthened around them, the wildflowers closing petals as if in warning. But wonder won; she unclasped the Heartstone and set it down. The gem flared, crimson light flooding the altar, merging with the Grove's glow in a burst that illuminated hidden crevices where crystals embedded in the earth sparkled like buried stars. Nyx leaned in, their form solidifying fully. "Look— it's bridging something. Hel's warmth meets Fae chill." The light coalesced into visions hovering above the altar: swirling portals, a sky of warm amber, vineyards stretching endless under a ruler's gaze. Aurora's breath hitched— discovery bloomed, the images pulling her deeper into understanding this place's connections. "That's... another realm. Like the pendant's origin." Isolde's eyes gleamed. "Dymas calls through the stone. The Veil thins further here— step wrong, and you cross unwittingly." They explored the altar's edges, uncovering carvings that depicted battles between shadowed figures and luminous beings, the Heartstone's light animating them into motion. Aurora traced one, feeling the stone warm under her fingers, a rush of knowledge flooding her— lore of barriers weakening on solstices, rifts monitored by unseen guardians. "These tell stories of wars between worlds. Feels like history breathing." Nyx's shadows probed the carvings, drawing out faint echoes of screams and clashes. "Unease grows. This knowledge comes with weight— the Grove demands payment for revelations." A tremor shook the ground, the hedges rustling as if alive. Aurora snatched back the pendant, the visions fading, but the wonder lingered, mixed with a deepening wariness. They turned, pressing deeper still, the labyrinth opening to a vista of cascading waterfalls that flowed upward, defying gravity, splashing into pools above. Water defied logic here, arching in loops that sparkled with embedded lights. Aurora reached out, droplets clinging to her skin without wetting it, instead absorbing into her pores with a tingling rush. "This water climbs. Against everything." Isolde splashed a hand through the flow, sending droplets spiraling. "Fae whimsy. It flows where will directs— command it, and watch." Aurora focused, willing a stream to twist toward her. It obeyed, coiling like a serpent, the sensation exhilarating, a pure hit of wonder that chased away the unease for a breath. "Like magic in my veins." But as it wrapped her wrist, mirroring her scar, the coil tightened, a sharp reminder of the place's grip. She shook it off, the water dispersing into mist that whispered retreats. Nyx observed, their violet gaze piercing. "Power tempts. But control slips easily here." They continued, the waterfalls leading to a chamber of glowing fungi that lit paths in bioluminescent blues and greens. Aurora brushed one, spores exploding in clouds that formed illusory creatures— deer with antlers of light, birds with feathers of flame. Delight sparked in her chest, the alien beauty overwhelming. "These spores create life. Temporary, but real enough to touch." One deer nuzzled her hand, warm and solid, before dissolving. Unease returned as the chamber echoed with distant roars, sounds from beyond the Grove's bounds seeping in. "Hear that? Like beasts from another place." Isolde nodded, her expression serene yet watchful. "Boundaries weaken. The Grove touches many realms— echoes bleed through." Deeper in○, vines parted to reveal a throne of woven branches, empty but humming with presence. Aurora approached, the air thickening with scents of incense and decay. She sat, tentatively, and the world spun— visions assaulted her: Nyx's past as Aldric, trapped in ritual gone wrong; Isolde's exile from glittering courts; her own flight from Evan, amplified into epic chases across realms. "Showing us all. Our stories intertwined." Nyx pulled her up, shadows enveloping her to ground her. "Enough. The throne judges worth— it digs deep." Shaken, wonder tempered by growing dread, they moved on, the chamber giving way to a field of mirrors that reflected not their forms but alternate selves: Aurora with Fae wings, Nyx fully human, Isolde crowned in thorns. "Mirrors of what if. Unsettling, seeing versions of me I don't know." The reflections reached out, fingers brushing glass that felt like flesh. Aurora recoiled, the touch cold and insistent. "They're trying to pull us in." Isolde shattered one with a gesture, shards raining down as light. "Illusions crave company. Break them, and truth emerges." Fragments reformed into maps of stars, guiding further. They followed, unease mounting as the Grove's wonders revealed teeth— flowers that snapped at ankles, mists that induced forgotten fears. Yet discovery pulled them on: a hidden cache of crystals that sang harmonies when struck, revealing snippets of lore about the Veil's solstice shifts. Aurora struck one, the note resonating, unveiling images of rifts opening under winter moons. "This crystal holds knowledge. About barriers between worlds." Nyx echoed the strike, amplifying the sound into a symphony that shook loose buried artifacts— a feather from a Fae wing, a shard of Hel stone pulsing warm. "Wonders buried everywhere here." Isolde gathered the items, her touch igniting them. "Gifts for the bold. But the Grove exacts tolls— time, memories, pieces of soul." As they delved even deeper, the environment grew more alien: trees with leaves that whispered prophecies, ground that shifted underfoot like living flesh. Aurora's pendant and blade vibrated in unison, sensing the core's approach. Wonder and unease intertwined, each step a dance with the unknown.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags1
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences59
tagDensity0.017
leniency0.034
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
89.72% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2919
totalAiIsmAdverbs6
found
0
adverb"softly"
count2
1
adverb"gently"
count1
2
adverb"carefully"
count1
3
adverb"hungrily"
count1
4
adverb"coldly"
count1
highlights
0"softly"
1"gently"
2"carefully"
3"hungrily"
4"coldly"
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)
wordCount2919
totalAiIsms62
found
0
word"whisper"
count2
1
word"etched"
count3
2
word"warmth"
count6
3
word"familiar"
count1
4
word"shimmered"
count1
5
word"chill"
count4
6
word"pulse"
count2
7
word"flickered"
count1
8
word"echoing"
count2
9
word"pounding"
count1
10
word"pulsed"
count2
11
word"crystal"
count3
12
word"synchronized"
count1
13
word"dance"
count3
14
word"fleeting"
count2
15
word"echoes"
count4
16
word"perfect"
count1
17
word"churned"
count1
18
word"throbbed"
count1
19
word"traced"
count2
20
word"dancing"
count1
21
word"etching"
count1
22
word"delved"
count2
23
word"silk"
count2
24
word"echoed"
count3
25
word"fascinating"
count1
26
word"shattered"
count2
27
word"fluttered"
count1
28
word"tension"
count1
29
word"weight"
count1
30
word"cascading"
count1
31
word"reminder"
count1
32
word"symphony"
count1
33
word"vibrated"
count1
highlights
0"whisper"
1"etched"
2"warmth"
3"familiar"
4"shimmered"
5"chill"
6"pulse"
7"flickered"
8"echoing"
9"pounding"
10"pulsed"
11"crystal"
12"synchronized"
13"dance"
14"fleeting"
15"echoes"
16"perfect"
17"churned"
18"throbbed"
19"traced"
20"dancing"
21"etching"
22"delved"
23"silk"
24"echoed"
25"fascinating"
26"shattered"
27"fluttered"
28"tension"
29"weight"
30"cascading"
31"reminder"
32"symphony"
33"vibrated"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences135
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences135
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences193
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen37
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2907
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
70.02% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions98
wordCount2188
uniqueNames18
maxNameDensity1.6
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Richmond1
Park1
Heartstone4
Pendant1
Nyx19
Aurora35
Grove4
Isolde18
Fae-Forged1
Blade1
Evan2
Eva1
Cardiff1
Aldric1
Fae3
Veil1
Hel1
Unease3
persons
0"Heartstone"
1"Nyx"
2"Aurora"
3"Grove"
4"Isolde"
5"Blade"
6"Evan"
7"Eva"
8"Aldric"
9"Veil"
10"Unease"
places
0"Richmond"
1"Park"
2"Pendant"
3"Cardiff"
globalScore0.7
windowScore0.833
90.94% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences127
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"spirals that seemed to twist under Aurora's gaze"
1"as if listening to her thoughts"
2"felt like flesh"
96.80% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches3
per1kWords1.032
wordCount2907
matches
0"not from the ground but from within her chest, syncing with the pendant's pulse"
1"not the sky above but inverted landscapes"
2"not their forms but alternate selves: Aurora with Fae wings, Nyx fully human, Is"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences193
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs94
mean30.93
std21.14
cv0.684
sampleLengths
072
17
240
311
420
583
625
757
810
930
1060
118
1234
1337
1468
1514
1688
1710
1833
1932
2081
2110
2227
2360
247
2539
2673
278
2835
2953
309
3140
3243
338
3429
3544
3668
376
3833
3934
4058
4110
4256
4312
4440
4541
4654
477
4858
4916
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences135
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs454
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount16
semicolonCount5
flaggedSentences17
totalSentences193
ratio0.088
matches
0"Wildflowers blanketed the ground in riots of color—crimson poppies nodding alongside sapphire bells that chimed softly when the wind touched them."
1"She looked back—the park's familiar paths blurred, distorted through a haze that shimmered like heat rising from pavement."
2"The water caressed her skin, cool and alive, whispering up her arm in tendrils of mist that formed fleeting shapes— a bird, a key, a shadowed figure— before dissolving."
3"For a moment, the world sharpened— every petal's vein, every stone's groove etched into her vision."
4"Wonder battled the creeping dread; this place breathed, responded, as if alive and watching."
5"The air grew heavier, carrying faint whispers— voices in languages that twisted her thoughts, promising secrets if she lingered."
6"The warmth spread, countering the Grove's cool embrace, but it stirred something deeper— a pull toward an unseen edge, as if the ground might split and swallow her whole."
7"Aurora's breath came shallow; wonder flooded her at the beauty, the impossible grace of it all, but unease gnawed— each shape dissolved when she blinked, leaving afterimages that burned behind her eyelids."
8"The glade expanded, revealing pools of water that reflected not the sky above but inverted landscapes— upside-down forests with rivers flowing skyward, cities built of crystal spires."
9"But as they walked, the songs shifted, incorporating her name in melodies that tugged at memories— Evan's cruel grip, Eva's urgent call to flee Cardiff."
10"But wonder won; she unclasped the Heartstone and set it down."
11"Aurora's breath hitched— discovery bloomed, the images pulling her deeper into understanding this place's connections."
12"Aurora traced one, feeling the stone warm under her fingers, a rush of knowledge flooding her— lore of barriers weakening on solstices, rifts monitored by unseen guardians."
13"Aurora brushed one, spores exploding in clouds that formed illusory creatures— deer with antlers of light, birds with feathers of flame."
14"She sat, tentatively, and the world spun— visions assaulted her: Nyx's past as Aldric, trapped in ritual gone wrong; Isolde's exile from glittering courts; her own flight from Evan, amplified into epic chases across realms."
15"They followed, unease mounting as the Grove's wonders revealed teeth— flowers that snapped at ankles, mists that induced forgotten fears."
16"Nyx echoed the strike, amplifying the sound into a symphony that shook loose buried artifacts— a feather from a Fae wing, a shard of Hel stone pulsing warm."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount2197
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount44
adverbRatio0.02002730996813837
lyAdverbCount13
lyAdverbRatio0.005917159763313609
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences193
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences193
mean15.06
std7.25
cv0.481
sampleLengths
028
122
222
37
49
514
617
711
810
910
1022
114
1213
1321
1423
1512
1613
1710
1815
1918
2014
2110
2214
2316
249
2513
2610
2721
287
298
3014
3120
3226
3311
345
3522
3624
3717
3814
3930
4023
416
4229
4310
4416
4517
469
4723
4813
4916
56.13% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats0
diversityRatio0.33678756476683935
totalSentences193
uniqueOpeners65
24.69% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences135
matches
0"Then unease hit: her scar"
ratio0.007
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount27
totalSentences135
matches
0"It warmed against her skin,"
1"She glanced at Nyx, whose"
2"They emerged into a clearing"
3"She stopped, breath catching."
4"She looked back—the park's familiar"
5"Her watch ticked erratically, seconds"
6"Their shadowy hand solidified, brushing"
7"She yanked her hand back,"
8"She brushed them away, but"
9"It tasted of wild berries"
10"She gasped, dropping the water,"
11"They pressed on, the basin"
12"She dropped the fruit, watching"
13"They delved further, the arches"
14"She pulled away, shuddering."
15"She blinked, and it normalized,"
16"She sliced at a low-hanging"
17"They ventured on, the glade"
18"She froze, the wonder fracturing."
19"She approached, compelled, the air"
ratio0.2
22.96% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount118
totalSentences135
matches
0"Aurora pushed through the thicket"
1"Nyx glided beside her, their"
2"Isolde walked ahead, her silver"
3"Aurora's fingers brushed the Heartstone"
4"It warmed against her skin,"
5"She glanced at Nyx, whose"
6"Nyx's whisper carried on a"
7"They emerged into a clearing"
8"She stopped, breath catching."
9"The air hummed, alive with"
10"Wildflowers blanketed the ground in"
11"Isolde spread her arms, her"
12"Aurora stepped past the first"
13"A warmth spread through her"
14"She looked back—the park's familiar"
15"Her watch ticked erratically, seconds"
16"Their shadowy hand solidified, brushing"
17"Aurora pressed her palm to"
18"Vibrations traveled up her arm,"
19"Images flickered in her mind:"
ratio0.874
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences135
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences110
technicalSentenceCount39
matches
0"Aurora pushed through the thicket of ancient oaks in Richmond Park, her boots crunching over fallen leaves that smelled of damp earth and something sweeter, lik…"
1"Nyx glided beside her, their shadowy form flickering in and out of solidity, trailing wisps of darkness that clung to the underbrush."
2"It warmed against her skin, pulsing with a rhythm that matched her quickening heartbeat."
3"Wildflowers blanketed the ground in riots of color—crimson poppies nodding alongside sapphire bells that chimed softly when the wind touched them."
4"But it was mid-autumn outside the park, and these blooms defied the season, petals unfurling as if spring had claimed this spot alone."
5"She looked back—the park's familiar paths blurred, distorted through a haze that shimmered like heat rising from pavement."
6"Their shadowy hand solidified, brushing Aurora's arm with a chill that countered the warmth."
7"Isolde circled the stone, her fingers trailing sparks of light that danced and faded."
8"Nyx melted into a pool of shadow, reforming taller, their form stretching toward the canopy where branches intertwined in patterns that mimicked constellations …"
9"A comet streaked across, leaving a trail of glittering dust that rained down softly, dusting her hair with specks that tingled on her scalp."
10"She brushed them away, but the sensation lingered, a prickle of energy that made her skin hum."
11"Unease coiled in her gut as she moved deeper, the ground sloping gently into a basin where a crystal stream bubbled from nowhere, its waters glowing with an inn…"
12"The water caressed her skin, cool and alive, whispering up her arm in tendrils of mist that formed fleeting shapes— a bird, a key, a shadowed figure— before dis…"
13"Nyx hovered over the water, their reflection distorting into elongated shadows that reached back toward them."
14"The wildflowers rippled, colors bleeding from one bloom to another, forming patterns that mimicked the scar on her wrist, crescents unfolding across the meadow."
15"Wonder battled the creeping dread; this place breathed, responded, as if alive and watching."
16"They pressed on, the basin giving way to a copse of trees with trunks twisted into arches, forming natural gateways draped in vines heavy with fruit that gleame…"
17"Unease sharpened into a chill that raised hairs on Aurora's arms."
18"The air grew heavier, carrying faint whispers— voices in languages that twisted her thoughts, promising secrets if she lingered."
19"The warmth spread, countering the Grove's cool embrace, but it stirred something deeper— a pull toward an unseen edge, as if the ground might split and swallow …"
20"They delved further, the arches leading to a central glade where mist hung thick, swirling in eddies that formed fleeting shapes: dancers twirling in gowns of s…"
21"Aurora reached out, fingers grazing a swirl that coalesced into a vision: a court of towering figures with wings like stained glass, laughter ringing as they fe…"
22"The glade expanded, revealing pools of water that reflected not the sky above but inverted landscapes— upside-down forests with rivers flowing skyward, cities b…"
23"She sliced at a low-hanging vine that crept too close, the blade cutting clean through with a flash of luminescence."
24"A butterfly with wings like shattered glass fluttered past, landing on her shoulder, its antennae twitching as if listening to her thoughts."
25"Nyx swatted at a swarm of similar insects that gathered, their shadows dispersing the creatures into puffs of glittering dust."
26"A fork appeared, one path lined with flowers that sang in harmonious tones, the other shrouded in mist that whispered temptations."
27"But as they walked, the songs shifted, incorporating her name in melodies that tugged at memories— Evan's cruel grip, Eva's urgent call to flee Cardiff."
28"The path straightened, revealing a stone altar at its end, draped in vines that bore fruit pulsing with light."
29"She approached, compelled, the air vibrating with energy that made her bones resonate."
30"Aurora hesitated, unease surging as shadows lengthened around them, the wildflowers closing petals as if in warning."
31"They explored the altar's edges, uncovering carvings that depicted battles between shadowed figures and luminous beings, the Heartstone's light animating them i…"
32"They turned, pressing deeper still, the labyrinth opening to a vista of cascading waterfalls that flowed upward, defying gravity, splashing into pools above."
33"It obeyed, coiling like a serpent, the sensation exhilarating, a pure hit of wonder that chased away the unease for a breath."
34"They continued, the waterfalls leading to a chamber of glowing fungi that lit paths in bioluminescent blues and greens."
35"Shaken, wonder tempered by growing dread, they moved on, the chamber giving way to a field of mirrors that reflected not their forms but alternate selves: Auror…"
36"Yet discovery pulled them on: a hidden cache of crystals that sang harmonies when struck, revealing snippets of lore about the Veil's solstice shifts."
37"Nyx echoed the strike, amplifying the sound into a symphony that shook loose buried artifacts— a feather from a Fae wing, a shard of Hel stone pulsing warm."
38"As they delved even deeper, the environment grew more alien: trees with leaves that whispered prophecies, ground that shifted underfoot like living flesh."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags1
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
78.3757%