Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFDEBY7AQ19YQWQKEXDXH2F

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Fantasy genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
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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> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on 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>

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The gate sighed open, swallowing the three of them. Aurora pressed the Heartstone against the iron gate; the crimson gem flared, casting a ripple of light across the cracked stone. Nyx drifted forward, their silhouette of living shadow rippling like water over stone, eyes faintly glowing violet. Isolde stood at the threshold, silver hair catching the faint inner glow, her pale lavender eyes scanning the darkness beyond. “Do we trust the stone?” Nyx whispered, voice carried on a wind that seemed to originate from nowhere. “Trust the stone, trust the pulse,” Aurora replied, voice steady, mind already mapping possibilities. “If it leads to a Hel kitchen, we’ll find ingredients that could turn the tide.” “Or a banquet for the damned,” Isolde murmured, words curling around the edges like a silver thread. “The feast may taste of regret.” The portal yawned, a jagged mouth of obsidian and moss, the air beyond smelling of copper and wilted roses. Aurora stepped through, the pendant warm against her skin, a faint inner glow spreading to her palm. Nyx followed, their form solidifying just enough to push against the gate, then dissolving again as they slipped into the void. Isolde moved without leaving footprints, the ground beneath her feet remaining untouched. They emerged onto a plateau of obsidian glass, the surface smooth as polished onyx, reflecting a sky that burned amber like spilled wine. The horizon flickered with colors that had no name, shifting from violet to amber in quick succession. Strange flora rose from the glass: stalks of glassy reeds that sang when the wind brushed them, leaving a sound like distant chimes. Aurora reached out, fingertips brushing a reed; the sound resonated through her bones, a low hum that seemed to vibrate in time with her heartbeat. “Sounds like a lullaby,” Aurora said, eyes narrowing as she studied the pattern of the notes. “Or a warning.” “Lullabies can mask danger,” Nyx replied, their tone soft, almost amused. “Listen closer; the melody may hide a rhythm.” Isolde raised a hand, palm facing the reeds. “When the wind sings, the stones listen,” she said, her voice a riddle wrapped in silk. “What sings when the night is mute?” The trio moved deeper, steps silent on the glass, each footfall sending tiny ripples that spread outward. The air grew heavier, scented with sweet rot and fresh rain, a paradox that made Aurora’s throat tighten. A low thrum rose from beneath the glass, a vibration that seemed to pulse from the very earth. Aurora felt the Heartstone pulse faster, its glow intensifying, casting a warm halo that made the amber sky appear softer. “Heartstone reacts to proximity,” Aurora noted, eyes flicking to the stone. “It’s pulling us toward something.” “Pulling or pushing?” Nyx asked, their voice a breath of wind. “The Veil weakens here, the barrier thin.” Isolde smiled, a smile that never reached her eyes. “The Veil thins for those who seek,” she said. “But seekers often find what they do not expect.” They followed the source of the thrum, a path of luminous veins etched into the glass, glowing a soft green that seemed to pulse in time with Aurora’s breath. The veins converged on a structure rising from the center of the plateau: a tower of crystalline spires, each spire twisting like a frozen waterfall, each tip crowned with a flower that glowed with an inner fire. The flowers opened and closed in a slow, deliberate motion, exhaling scents that reminded Aurora of citrus and blood. “Look at that,” Aurora said, pointing with a finger that traced the edge of a spire. “Living fire.” “Fire without flame,” Nyx observed, their eyes reflecting the glowing petals. “Fire that burns the mind.” Isolde stepped closer, her silver hair brushing the crystal. “Fire that burns the mind,” she repeated, “feeds on longing.” She turned to Aurora, eyes locking. “What do you long for, child of law?” Aurora’s breath caught; the question cut through the haze. “I long for truth,” she answered, raw honesty spilling out. “For a way to end the chase that never ends.” “The chase never ends,” Isolve whispered, the words hanging like a blade. “Only the chase changes shape.” She lifted a hand, and a ripple of light cascaded across the spires, turning the glass to a deep, liquid black for a heartbeat before it returned to its original hue. “Now it shows you the shape of your desire.” The trio stood in the centre of the plateau, the Heartstone’s glow now a steady pulse that seemed to sync with the very rhythm of the place. Aurora felt a tingling in her left wrist, the crescent scar throbbing faintly as if remembering a past wound. The scar’s ache was a reminder of a childhood accident, a reminder of how pain could be turned into power. Nyx drifted forward, the shadow form coalescing into a more solid shape, the outline of a man perhaps, though the edges remained indistinct. “The stone wants a promise,” Nyx said, their whisper barely audible over the humming of the reeds. “A promise that you will not turn back.” “What if I cannot keep a promise?” Aurora asked, her tone edged with defiance. “The promise keeps the promise,” Nyx answered, a faint smile playing on the edge of their shadowed mouth. “Or it breaks, and the world cracks.” Isolde stepped back, her silver hair swaying like a veil. “The promise is a seed,” she said. “Plant it in the soil of your heart, and watch what grows.” She raised a hand, and a shower of silver dust fell from the sky, settling on the glass like frost. The dust settled on Aurora’s shoulders, cool against her skin. “Feel the cold,” Isolde said. “Feel the weight of what you carry.” Aurora closed her eyes, letting the cold seep into her bones, the sensation grounding her. She opened her eyes to see the glass beneath her feet crack in a pattern that resembled a maze. Each crack formed a line, each line a possible route. “The maze,” she said, voice low. “It shows the paths we could take.” “Or the paths we must avoid,” Nyx added, their voice barely more than a sigh. “Choose wisely.” The wind swelled, the reeds sang louder, and the amber sky thickened with clouds that pulsed like a heartbeat. The clouds drifted, revealing a doorway formed of pure light, a doorway that seemed to be made of the same amber that coloured the sky. The doorway pulsed, inviting, yet unnerving. “Doorway,” Aurora said, stepping toward it. She placed the Heartstone against the threshold; the stone’s glow merged with the light, creating a seamless blend of crimson and amber. “It opens.” “It opens for those who are ready,” Isolde answered, riddles spilling from her lips. “Ready for what?” Aurora asked. “Ready for the taste of truth.” She stepped through the doorway, the portal swallowing her silhouette, leaving only the echo of her footsteps on the glass. Nyx followed, their shadow merging with the light, disappearing into the corridor of amber. Isolde lingered, her figure outlined against the doorway, her words hanging in the air. “The fruit of the vine,” she said, “sweet to the tongue, bitter to the soul.” She lifted the pendant, now hovering above her palm, its glow matching the doorway’s light. “Taste it, and you will know the secret of the Gluttony realm.” Aurora felt a sudden pressure in her chest, a weight that was not hers alone. The Heartstone pulsed brighter, a surge of warmth that traveled up her arm and into her mind. Images flashed: a vineyard of grapes that wept blood, a table set with dishes that moved on their own, a banquet where diners ate their own shadows. “This… this is the realm of excess,” Aurora whispered, awe mixing with dread. Nyx materialised beside her, their form now more defined, a silhouette of darkness against the amber glow. “Excess feeds the soul,” Nyx said, voice a whisper that seemed to echo from far away. “But excess also starves it.” Isolde’s eyes glowed brighter, the pale lavender flickering like candlelight. “A starving soul becomes a hollow echo,” she said. “Do not let the echo consume you.” The doorway behind them sealed shut with a sound like distant thunder, the glass humming a final note before falling silent. The trio stood now in a vast hall of crystal, the ceiling arching high above them, its surface covered in intricate carvings of ancient symbols. The symbols glowed faintly, each one a story of forgotten battles, of gods and mortals, of shadows and light. Aurora traced one of the symbols with a finger, the carving warm under her touch. “These are the signs of the Wardens,” she said, recalling the lore of the Veil. “They guard the boundaries.” “Wardens watch, but they do not watch us,” Nyx replied, their voice a soft hiss. “They watch the boundaries, not the travellers.” Isolde placed a hand on Aurora’s shoulder, her touch cool as moonlight. “The Wardens watch, but they cannot see what is hidden within,” she said, her words a final riddle. “Seek the hidden, and the hidden will seek you.” A low rumble vibrated through the crystal floor, the sound resonating with the scar on Aurora’s wrist, as if the stone remembered a forgotten wound. The rumble grew, turning into a roar that seemed to come from the very heart of the hall. From the far end of the hall, a figure emerged, a towering silhouette cloaked in darkness, its presence filling the space with an oppressive weight. The figure raised a hand, and the crystal floor beneath them cracked, revealing a yawning chasm of darkness. “Who dares enter my domain?” the figure boomed, voice reverberating like a cathedral bell. Aurora stepped forward, heart pounding, mind racing. “We seek the heart of this place,” she declared, voice firm despite the fear that coiled in her gut. “We seek the truth that lies beneath the feast.” Nyx’s form flickered, their eyes glowing brighter. “Truth tastes bitter,” they whispered. “But it also nourishes.” Isolde raised her hand, a silver light spilling from her fingertips, wrapping around the figure like a veil. “The veil lifts for those who dare,” she intoned, her voice a chant. “The veil lifts, and the truth is revealed.” The figure’s dark cloak rippled, revealing a face that was both human and otherworldly, eyes like pits of endless night. “You think you can unravel the threads of fate?” the figure asked, the words heavy with ancient judgment. “Maybe,” Aurora answered, clutching the Heartstone tighter, feeling its warmth seep into her palm. “Maybe we can.” The hall erupted in a chorus of whispers, the reeds outside singing a new melody, the crystal walls vibrating with each syllable. The air crackled, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its breath. “Now,” Isolde whispered, “reveal what you guard.” The figure raised its hand, and the darkness within the chasm surged, spilling out like ink across the crystal floor. The ink formed shapes—shapes of feasts, of vines that coiled around thrones, of mouths that opened and closed without sound. The shapes hovered, then began to coalesce, forming a massive banquet table of obsidian, laden with dishes that glowed with an inner fire. The dishes steamed, the steam rising in ribbons that twisted into the shapes of words. “Eat, and you will know,” the figure intoned. “Eat, and you will forget.” Aurora felt a pull, a magnetic attraction toward the table, as if the very food called to her. She glanced at Nyx, whose eyes now glowed with an intensity that made the shadows around them quiver. She glanced at Isolde, whose eyes shone with a fierce light. “Do we eat?” Aurora asked, voice barely above a whisper. “The choice is yours,” the figure replied. “But remember, every bite carries a price.” Nyx’s whisper was a warning. “A price paid in shadows.” Isolde’s riddle hung heavy in the air. “What is given, and never taken?” Aurora’s mind raced, the scar on her wrist pulsing in time with the heartbeat of the hall. She thought of the law, of contracts, of promises. She thought of the burden she carried, the weight of her past. She thought of the promise she had made to herself to never back down. “Honor,” she said, the word striking the air like a sword. “Honor is given, never taken.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of respect crossing their features. The darkness in the chasm seemed to pause, as if listening. “Honor,” the figure repeated, a smile ghosting their lips. “You have spoken true.” The crystal floor beneath them shifted, forming a path that led to the banquet table. Aurora took a step toward the table, the Heartstone pulsing brighter, the crimson light bathing the obsidian dishes. The smell of rich aromas rose, sweet and intoxicating, mixing with the metallic scent of blood. The smell made Aurora’s mouth water, but also made her stomach churn. She reached out, hand hovering over a dish that looked like a loaf of bread made of pure light. The moment her fingers brushed the light, the dish vanished, replaced by a memory—a memory of a night in Cardiff, of rain beating against the windows of a courtroom, of her father’s voice echoing through the hall. The memory was vivid, raw, alive. “Memory,” Aurora whispered, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “The taste of truth is memory.” Nyx drifted forward, their hand passing through the light of the dish, leaving no trace. “Memory is a thread,” they said, voice like wind through leaves. “Pull it, and the tapestry changes.” Isolde’s voice floated like a breeze. “Threads bind, but they also cut.” The banquet table began to shift, the dishes turning into symbols of choices—one dish bearing a crown, another a broken chain, another a burning candle. Aurora stared at each, feeling the weight of each symbol settle in her chest. “Choose,” Nyx urged, voice low and urgent. “Choose,” Isolde echoed, her words a mantra. Aurora’s eyes fell on the crown, the broken chain, the burning candle. She felt the scar on her wrist throb, a reminder of past wounds that had taught her resilience. She felt the weight of the Heartstone in her palm, its warmth spreading through her veins. She lifted her hand and placed the Heartstone upon the crown, the crimson glow merging with the golden light of the crown, turning it a deep, blood-red. The crown pulsed, then burst into a flare of light that shot upward, tearing the ceiling of the hall open. Light burst through, flooding the crystal hall with a brilliance that made the amber sky outside blaze. The light revealed a hidden doorway beyond the hall, a doorway that led to a garden bathed in perpetual twilight, where flowers glowed like lanterns and the air hummed with unseen music. “It is opened,” Nyx whispered, awe evident in their tone. “It is opened,” Isolde intoned, her voice resonant with reverence. Aurora stepped through the newly revealed doorway, the Heartstone’s glow now blazing like a sun. The garden beyond was a surreal landscape—flowers that glowed with bioluminescent petals, streams of liquid light that sang as they flowed, trees whose leaves rustled with the sound of distant laughter. The garden seemed endless, each corner promising secrets yet to be uncovered. She turned to look back; the hall was now empty, the crystal walls reflecting the garden’s light, the figure of the dark ruler nowhere to be seen. The promise she had made lingered in the air, a promise that she would uncover the truth, no matter the cost. Just as she took her first step into the garden, a sudden crack echoed from the hall behind her. The glass cracked again, a fissure spreading like a spider’s web across the surface, and from the fissure came a rush of cold wind that slammed the doorway shut. The Heartstone’s glow flickered, then steadied, as if refusing to be extinguished. “Now we wait,” Nyx said, their voice soft, almost reverent. “Now we wait for the next breath.” Isolude’s eyes glowed brighter, the pale lavender now a fierce violet. “The garden awaits,” she said, words a promise and a threat intertwined. “And the garden remembers.” The garden’s lights pulsed, the flowers opening wider, revealing pathways that twisted and turned like veins of a living heart. Aurora felt the scar on her wrist throb once more, a rhythm that matched the pulse of the Heartstone. She felt a surge of purpose, a fierce resolve that rose from deep within. She turned to face the garden’s edge, the light of the Heartstone casting long shadows across the blossoms. “We walk,” she said, voice firm, eyes alight with determination. “We walk into the unknown, and we do not look back.” Nyx’s form shimmered, the shadows around them coalescing into a protective veil. “We walk together,” they whispered, voice a promise wrapped in mystery. Isolde raised her hands, and the garden seemed to breathe, the air filling with a chorus of unseen voices that sang of ancient times and future possibilities. “The path is laid,” she said, words a final riddle that bloomed like a flower. “Walk it, and the world will change.” Aurora stepped forward, the garden welcoming her with open arms, the light of the Heartstone guiding her path. The garden stretched ahead, endless and wondrous, each step promising discovery, each breath promising danger. The scene held, the three figures moving deeper into the alien realm, the Heartstone’s glow steady, the scar on Aurora’s wrist a silent metronome of destiny. Somewhere beyond the garden, the Veil trembled, its barrier weakening, its secrets waiting to be unveiled. The next move would decide whether the banquet of excess would become a feast of redemption, or a feast of ruin. The story hung on a breath, ready to be unwound.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags57
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences99
tagDensity0.576
leniency1
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
91.62% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2982
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"very"
count4
1
adverb"barely above a whisper"
count1
highlights
0"very"
1"barely above a whisper"
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)
wordCount2982
totalAiIsms77
found
0
word"scanning"
count1
1
word"pulse"
count6
2
word"flickered"
count3
3
word"resonated"
count1
4
word"silk"
count1
5
word"footfall"
count1
6
word"etched"
count1
7
word"structure"
count1
8
word"crystalline"
count1
9
word"traced"
count2
10
word"crystal"
count9
11
word"desire"
count1
12
word"reminder"
count3
13
word"whisper"
count4
14
word"weight"
count6
15
word"pulsed"
count5
16
word"echo"
count4
17
word"footsteps"
count1
18
word"warmth"
count3
19
word"intricate"
count1
20
word"vibrated"
count1
21
word"oppressive"
count1
22
word"pounding"
count1
23
word"racing"
count1
24
word"otherworldly"
count1
25
word"unravel"
count1
26
word"magnetic"
count1
27
word"intensity"
count1
28
word"raced"
count1
29
word"flicker"
count1
30
word"stomach"
count1
31
word"churn"
count1
32
word"echoing"
count1
33
word"tapestry"
count1
34
word"echoed"
count2
35
word"throb"
count2
36
word"surreal"
count1
37
word"resolve"
count1
38
word"shimmered"
count1
39
word"trembled"
count1
highlights
0"scanning"
1"pulse"
2"flickered"
3"resonated"
4"silk"
5"footfall"
6"etched"
7"structure"
8"crystalline"
9"traced"
10"crystal"
11"desire"
12"reminder"
13"whisper"
14"weight"
15"pulsed"
16"echo"
17"footsteps"
18"warmth"
19"intricate"
20"vibrated"
21"oppressive"
22"pounding"
23"racing"
24"otherworldly"
25"unravel"
26"magnetic"
27"intensity"
28"raced"
29"flicker"
30"stomach"
31"churn"
32"echoing"
33"tapestry"
34"echoed"
35"throb"
36"surreal"
37"resolve"
38"shimmered"
39"trembled"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
1
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
1"hung heavy in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells3
narrationSentences169
matches
0"a surge of warmth"
1"g with dread"
2"t with determination"
32.97% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount13
narrationSentences169
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences211
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen38
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2978
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions40
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
33.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions100
wordCount2433
uniqueNames8
maxNameDensity1.56
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Heartstone15
Aurora38
Isolde20
Nyx22
Isolve1
Veil2
Cardiff1
Isolude1
persons
0"Heartstone"
1"Aurora"
2"Isolde"
3"Nyx"
4"Isolve"
5"Veil"
6"Isolude"
places
0"Cardiff"
globalScore0.719
windowScore0.333
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences157
glossingSentenceCount12
matches
0"wind that seemed to originate from nowhere"
1"hum that seemed to vibrate in time with her heartbeat"
2"vibration that seemed to pulse from the very earth"
3"pulse that seemed to sync with the very rhythm of the place"
4"as if remembering a past wound"
5"doorway that seemed to be made of the same amber that coloured the sky"
6"whisper that seemed to echo from far away"
7"roar that seemed to come from the very heart of the hall"
8"as if listening"
9"looked like a loaf of bread made of pure"
10"seemed endless each corner promising secrets yet to be uncovered"
11"as if refusing to be extinguished"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2978
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences211
matches(empty)
87.60% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs56
mean53.18
std24.28
cv0.457
sampleLengths
09
158
270
369
488
569
673
761
885
967
1086
1166
1287
1371
1474
1550
1655
1748
1842
1972
2064
2165
2295
2386
24104
2555
2636
277
2878
2913
3047
3147
3252
3316
3422
3528
3646
3762
3816
3944
4039
4114
4246
4396
4420
4558
4648
4760
4817
4927
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences169
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs423
matches(empty)
7.45% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount4
semicolonCount6
flaggedSentences10
totalSentences211
ratio0.047
matches
0"Aurora pressed the Heartstone against the iron gate; the crimson gem flared, casting a ripple of light across the cracked stone."
1"Aurora reached out, fingertips brushing a reed; the sound resonated through her bones, a low hum that seemed to vibrate in time with her heartbeat."
2"“Listen closer; the melody may hide a rhythm.”"
3"Aurora’s breath caught; the question cut through the haze."
4"She placed the Heartstone against the threshold; the stone’s glow merged with the light, creating a seamless blend of crimson and amber."
5"The ink formed shapes—shapes of feasts, of vines that coiled around thrones, of mouths that opened and closed without sound."
6"The moment her fingers brushed the light, the dish vanished, replaced by a memory—a memory of a night in Cardiff, of rain beating against the windows of a courtroom, of her father’s voice echoing through the hall."
7"The banquet table began to shift, the dishes turning into symbols of choices—one dish bearing a crown, another a broken chain, another a burning candle."
8"The garden beyond was a surreal landscape—flowers that glowed with bioluminescent petals, streams of liquid light that sang as they flowed, trees whose leaves rustled with the sound of distant laughter."
9"She turned to look back; the hall was now empty, the crystal walls reflecting the garden’s light, the figure of the dark ruler nowhere to be seen."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount2438
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount51
adverbRatio0.02091878589007383
lyAdverbCount9
lyAdverbRatio0.0036915504511894994
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences211
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences211
mean14.11
std7.16
cv0.507
sampleLengths
09
121
217
320
418
514
615
717
86
919
1017
1121
1212
1323
1417
1523
1625
1716
183
1911
208
218
2216
237
2417
2518
2618
2720
2811
295
3011
317
329
339
349
3529
3637
3719
3816
392
4011
415
429
4316
448
459
4610
4710
4812
4936
31.99% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats38
diversityRatio0.27488151658767773
totalSentences211
uniqueOpeners58
20.58% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences162
matches
0"Somewhere beyond the garden, the"
ratio0.006
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount34
totalSentences162
matches
0"They emerged onto a plateau"
1"she said, her voice a"
2"They followed the source of"
3"she repeated, She turned to"
4"she answered, raw honesty spilling"
5"She lifted a hand, and"
6"She raised a hand, and"
7"She opened her eyes to"
8"she said, voice low"
9"She placed the Heartstone against"
10"She stepped through the doorway,"
11"she said, She lifted the"
12"she said, recalling the lore"
13"she said, her words a"
14"she declared, voice firm despite"
15"she intoned, her voice a"
16"She glanced at Nyx, whose"
17"She glanced at Isolde, whose"
18"She thought of the law,"
19"She thought of the burden"
ratio0.21
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount158
totalSentences162
matches
0"The gate sighed open, swallowing"
1"Aurora pressed the Heartstone against"
2"Nyx drifted forward, their silhouette"
3"Isolde stood at the threshold,"
4"Nyx whispered, voice carried on"
5"Aurora replied, voice steady, mind"
6"Isolde murmured, words curling around"
7"The portal yawned, a jagged"
8"Aurora stepped through, the pendant"
9"Nyx followed, their form solidifying"
10"Isolde moved without leaving footprints,"
11"They emerged onto a plateau"
12"The horizon flickered with colors"
13"Aurora reached out, fingertips brushing"
14"Aurora said, eyes narrowing as"
15"Nyx replied, their tone soft,"
16"Isolde raised a hand, palm"
17"she said, her voice a"
18"The trio moved deeper, steps"
19"The air grew heavier, scented"
ratio0.975
30.86% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences162
matches
0"Just as she took her"
ratio0.006
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences99
technicalSentenceCount28
matches
0"Nyx followed, their form solidifying just enough to push against the gate, then dissolving again as they slipped into the void."
1"The horizon flickered with colors that had no name, shifting from violet to amber in quick succession."
2"Strange flora rose from the glass: stalks of glassy reeds that sang when the wind brushed them, leaving a sound like distant chimes."
3"Aurora reached out, fingertips brushing a reed; the sound resonated through her bones, a low hum that seemed to vibrate in time with her heartbeat."
4"The trio moved deeper, steps silent on the glass, each footfall sending tiny ripples that spread outward."
5"Aurora felt the Heartstone pulse faster, its glow intensifying, casting a warm halo that made the amber sky appear softer."
6"The veins converged on a structure rising from the center of the plateau: a tower of crystalline spires, each spire twisting like a frozen waterfall, each tip c…"
7"The flowers opened and closed in a slow, deliberate motion, exhaling scents that reminded Aurora of citrus and blood."
8"Aurora felt a tingling in her left wrist, the crescent scar throbbing faintly as if remembering a past wound."
9"Aurora closed her eyes, letting the cold seep into her bones, the sensation grounding her."
10"She opened her eyes to see the glass beneath her feet crack in a pattern that resembled a maze."
11"The clouds drifted, revealing a doorway formed of pure light, a doorway that seemed to be made of the same amber that coloured the sky."
12"She stepped through the doorway, the portal swallowing her silhouette, leaving only the echo of her footsteps on the glass."
13"Nyx followed, their shadow merging with the light, disappearing into the corridor of amber."
14"The Heartstone pulsed brighter, a surge of warmth that traveled up her arm and into her mind."
15"Images flashed: a vineyard of grapes that wept blood, a table set with dishes that moved on their own, a banquet where diners ate their own shadows."
16"A low rumble vibrated through the crystal floor, the sound resonating with the scar on Aurora’s wrist, as if the stone remembered a forgotten wound."
17"Isolde raised her hand, a silver light spilling from her fingertips, wrapping around the figure like a veil."
18"The figure’s dark cloak rippled, revealing a face that was both human and otherworldly, eyes like pits of endless night."
19"The ink formed shapes—shapes of feasts, of vines that coiled around thrones, of mouths that opened and closed without sound."
20"The moment her fingers brushed the light, the dish vanished, replaced by a memory—a memory of a night in Cardiff, of rain beating against the windows of a court…"
21"Nyx drifted forward, their hand passing through the light of the dish, leaving no trace."
22"She felt the scar on her wrist throb, a reminder of past wounds that had taught her resilience."
23"The light revealed a hidden doorway beyond the hall, a doorway that led to a garden bathed in perpetual twilight, where flowers glowed like lanterns and the air…"
24"The garden beyond was a surreal landscape—flowers that glowed with bioluminescent petals, streams of liquid light that sang as they flowed, trees whose leaves r…"
25"The Heartstone’s glow flickered, then steadied, as if refusing to be extinguished."
26"Aurora felt the scar on her wrist throb once more, a rhythm that matched the pulse of the Heartstone."
27"Isolde raised her hands, and the garden seemed to breathe, the air filling with a chorus of unseen voices that sang of ancient times and future possibilities."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags57
uselessAdditionCount26
matches
0"Aurora replied, voice steady, mind already mapping possibilities"
1"Aurora said, eyes narrowing as she studied the pattern of the notes"
2"Nyx replied, their tone soft, almost amused"
3"she said, her voice a riddle wrapped in silk"
4"Aurora noted, eyes flicking to the stone"
5"Nyx asked, their voice a breath of wind"
6"Nyx observed, their eyes reflecting the glowing petals"
7"Isolve whispered, the words hanging like a blade"
8"Nyx said, their whisper barely audible over the humming of the reeds"
9"she said, voice low"
10"Nyx added, their voice barely more than a sigh"
11"Isolde answered, riddles spilling from her lips"
12"Aurora whispered, awe mixing with dread"
13"Nyx replied, their voice a soft hiss"
14"she said, her words a final riddle"
15"the figure boomed, voice reverberating like a cathedral bell"
16"she intoned, her voice a chant"
17"Aurora asked, voice barely above a whisper"
18"she said, the word striking the air like a sword"
19"the figure repeated, a smile ghosting their lips"
20"Aurora whispered, tears pricking the corners of her eyes"
21"Nyx urged, voice low and urgent"
22"Isolde echoed, her words a mantra"
23"Isolde intoned, her voice resonant with reverence"
24"Nyx said, their voice soft, almost reverent"
25"she said, voice firm, eyes alight with determination"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags49
fancyCount16
fancyTags
0"Nyx whispered (whisper)"
1"Isolde murmured (murmur)"
2"Aurora noted (note)"
3"Nyx observed (observe)"
4"she repeated (repeat)"
5"Isolve whispered (whisper)"
6"Nyx added (add)"
7"Aurora whispered (whisper)"
8"she declared (declare)"
9"they whispered (whisper)"
10"Isolde whispered (whisper)"
11"the figure repeated (repeat)"
12"Aurora whispered (whisper)"
13"Nyx urged (urge)"
14"Nyx whispered (whisper)"
15"they whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences99
tagDensity0.495
leniency0.99
rawRatio0.327
effectiveRatio0.323
63.4354%