Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
75
glossingSentenceCount
6
matches
0
"It was as if the Grove held its breath, waiting"
1
"something akin to damp iron, a metallic tang th"
2
"as if beckoning"
3
"felt like a lure into a meticulously cr"
4
"seemed merely vibrant moments ago, now appeared too sharp, their colours too intense, their silent faces turned towards her like a thousand watchful eyes"
5
"sound that seemed to coil and twist like smoke, too low to decipher, yet undeniably the shape of a word"
"The air grew heavier, laden with a cloying perfume that was more than just flowers; it held an undercurrent of decaying leaves and something akin to damp iron, a metallic tang that pricked her nostrils."
1
"The sound hadn't been the wind; it was too distinct, too specific."
2
"The shadows here were not mere absence of light; they seemed to possess substance, to shift and writhe with a life of their own."
3
"Her eyes – bright blue, usually calm and assessing – wide the surrounding darkness, searching for the source."
4
"She’d come here searching for something—a piece of knowledge, perhaps, or a pathway to safety—but the promise of answers now felt like a lure into a meticulously crafted trap."
5
"It didn't dissipate; it coalesced, drawing the surrounding darkness into itself, growing, solidifying."
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
68
technicalSentenceCount
14
matches
0
"Wildflowers, a riot of colours from sapphire blues to fiery oranges, carpeted the clearing, defying the season, their vibrant hues almost aggressive in the deep…"
1
"Shadows seemed to coil and uncoil at the edge of her vision, fleeting movements that vanished the instant she tried to fix them with her gaze."
2
"A subtle heat now seeped through the metal, an almost imperceptible thrumming that resonated with the unsettling vibrations of the Grove."
3
"A low-grade agitation that mirrored the unease churning in her gut."
4
"A half-formed path, barely discernible beneath the rampant overgrowth, wound its way between gnarled roots that resembled grasping claws."
5
"The air grew heavier, laden with a cloying perfume that was more than just flowers; it held an undercurrent of decaying leaves and something akin to damp iron, …"
6
"Only the impossibly lush green that pressed in, the vibrant flowers seeming to lean closer, their petals unfurling like silent mouths."
7
"A darker patch beneath a particularly ancient oak seemed to deepen, to stretch, as if beckoning."
8
"Only the heavy, watchful silence that had descended again, thicker than before."
9
"But her feet remained rooted, her gaze fixed on the dense wall of vegetation, her mind racing, trying to outmanoeuvre the growing certainty that she was not alo…"
10
"The wildflowers, which had seemed merely vibrant moments ago, now appeared too sharp, their colours too intense, their silent faces turned towards her like a th…"
11
"It was articulate, a sibilant sound that seemed to coil and twist like smoke, too low to decipher, yet undeniably the shape of a word."
12
"It was vaguely human-shaped, but too tall, too gaunt, its form indistinct, as if stitched together from night and memory."
13
"The wildflowers around her began to writhe, their petals elongating, twisting into sharp, thorn-like protrusions that reached for her."