Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD615MWVEJDFDGZ3PJNCY3V

Run Details

Model:: Laguna XS 2.1
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 10.3s
Cost:: $0.000280
Provider:: Poolside

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
18.18%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
83.61%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
0.00%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
100.00%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
99.69%	Name drop frequency	(details)
38.89%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
0.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
83.95%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
98.25%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
100.00%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
61.99%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
0.00%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
41.63%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Technical jargon density	(details)
0.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
59.09%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
69.5089%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue.

You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex.

Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.

User/Human

<codex>
<character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist">
  <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor>
  <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair>
  <height>5'6"</height>
  <age>25</age>
  <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar>
  <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description>
  <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

The moment Aurora stepped through the rift, the air thickened like honey poured over her lungs. The amber sky stretched endlessly above, stained with the hues of a perpetual sunset, and the scent of fermenting fruit and something richer—like spiced wine left to age in forgotten cellars—clung to her clothes. She blinked, her bright blue eyes adjusting to the warmth that radiated from the very stones beneath her feet, which pulsed faintly, almost like a heartbeat.

Nyx moved ahead, their form a shifting silhouette against the glowing horizon. Even in their solid state, they seemed less present than a thought, their violet eyes scanning the landscape with an ageless calm. *They called this place Gluttony,* Isolde had whispered days ago, her pale lavender gaze distant as she traced the lines of the Fae-Forged Blade’s hilt. *A realm where excess devours the soul.* 

Aurora tightened her grip on the pendant at her chest. It had been pulsing since they crossed the threshold, a steady, insistent warmth against her skin. The crimson gemstone glowed faintly, as if responding to the proximity of something—*someone*—they couldn’t yet name.

Before them sprawled a vineyard unlike any Aurora had seen. The vines were silver-barked, their leaves shimmering with an inner light, heavy with grapes that ripened in impossible hues: deep indigo streaked with gold, purple bleeding into tangerine. Trees bent under the weight of fruit that looked too perfect, too eager to be plucked. In the distance, a banquet table stretched across a meadow, laden with dishes that seemed to writhe slightly, as if the food itself were alive. Silver platters held steaming roasts that exhaled fragrant smoke, towers of bread baked with threads of starlight, and goblets filled with wines that shimmered like liquid constellations.

“Isolde, the grove—it’s not here,” Nyx murmured, their voice a susurrus that made the leaves tremble. They knelt, pressing a hand to the ground. The earth was warm, but not unkind. It thrummed with a rhythm that matched the pendant’s pulse. “The Veil remembers. The path bends.”

Aurora followed their gaze to where the soil parted like a curtain, revealing a doorway carved not into stone but into the roots of a massive tree. Its bark was blackened in places, as though scorched by some ancient fire, yet new growth clung to its surface—white flowers with petals like moth wings, their centers glowing with the same crimson light as the pendant. 

“Hel,” Isolde said softly, her voice carrying an edge of something Aurora couldn’t place—nostalgia? Warning? “The first rung of the ladder. Prince Belphegor’s domain. He who feasts to drown his hunger for dominion.”

They crossed the threshold, and the world tilted. The air grew thicker, saturated with the weight of indulgence. The feast table materialized fully before them, a macabre tapestry of excess. Servants moved through the crowd—*were they servants?*—their faces blurred, their forms flickering in and out of solidity like candles in a draft. They wore the expressions of people who had eaten too much, their eyes glassy, mouths open in silent laughter or silent screams. 

Aurora recoiled at the sight of a platter of figs, each one split open to reveal a tiny, writhing shadow inside. She clapped a hand over her mouth. Nyx crouched beside her, their fingers trailing along the table’s edge. Where they touched, the wood blackened, as if burned. 

“The souls here,” Nyx said, their voice low. “They don’t serve out of choice. They feast until they forget their own names.” 

Isolde knelt beside a goblet, its contents swirling with colors that hurt to look at directly. When she lifted it, the liquid recoiled as though scalded, and she withdrew her hand with a wince. “The poison is in the want,” she said, tasting the air. “They drink to escape the taste of sorrow. But sorrow, like hunger, always returns.” 

Aurora’s pendant flared, its warmth intensifying. The gemstone’s glow cast long shadows across the feast, revealing not just the table but the garden beyond it—a labyrinth of hedges trimmed into impossible geometries, paths that looped back on themselves, fountains that spouted not water but something thick and syrupy that caught the light like molten gold. 

She followed the pull of the pendant to a archway framed by two stone lions. Their mouths were open, but no sound emerged—only the faintest echo of rumbling, as if the stones themselves remembered a time before silence. The pendant’s pulse quickened, syncing with the rhythm of her heartbeat. 

Nyx stepped forward, their form rippling at the edges. “The heart of Dymas lies deeper. Belphegor’s court. But beware—the feast here is a mirror. It shows what you crave most.” 

Isolde’s hand tightened on the Fae blade, its cold surface a relief against her skin. “And what is it that you seek, Aurora? Redemption? Revenge? Or the taste of something you’ve never known?” 

Aurora didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The pendant burned, and the path ahead shimmered, revealing not just a corridor but a river of light—amber, deep, infinite. The waterflowed upward, defying gravity, carrying with it the whispers of the damned and the laughter of the gluttonous. She stepped onto its surface, her boots materializing on air as if the realm itself bent to accommodate her. 

Behind her, Nyx’s laugh was almost musical. “Come, then. Let the feast begin.” 

And still, the pendant pulsed, a beacon in the heart of Gluttony, drawing them deeper into a world that would not let them leave unchanged.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

18.18%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"Isolde said softly [softly]"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.364

leniency

0.727

rawRatio

0.25

effectiveRatio

0.182

83.61%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

915

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"very"
count	1

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

adverb	"softly"
count	1

highlights

0	"very"
1	"slightly"
2	"softly"

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)

wordCount

915

totalAiIsms

found

word	"warmth"
count	3

word	"pulsed"
count	2

word	"scanning"
count	1

word	"traced"
count	1

word	"weight"
count	2

word	"perfect"
count	1

word	"shimmered"
count	2

word	"pulse"
count	2

word	"macabre"
count	1

word	"tapestry"
count	1

word	"echo"
count	1

word	"silence"
count	1

word	"quickened"
count	1

word	"beacon"
count	1

highlights

0	"warmth"
1	"pulsed"
2	"scanning"
3	"traced"
4	"weight"
5	"perfect"
6	"shimmered"
7	"pulse"
8	"macabre"
9	"tapestry"
10	"echo"
11	"silence"
12	"quickened"
13	"beacon"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches	0
maxInWindow	0
found	(empty)
highlights	(empty)

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	50
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	57
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	50
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans

markdownWords

totalWords

907

ratio

0.018

matches

0	"They called this place Gluttony,"
1	"A realm where excess devours the soul."
2	"someone"
3	"were they servants?"

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	9
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

99.69%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

795

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.01

worstName

"Aurora"

maxWindowNameDensity

1.5

worstWindowName

"Aurora"

discoveredNames

Aurora	8
Isolde	4
Fae-Forged	1
Blade	1
Warning	1
Fae	2
Nyx	6
Gluttony	2

persons

0	"Aurora"
1	"Isolde"
2	"Blade"
3	"Nyx"
4	"Gluttony"

places

(empty)

globalScore

0.997

windowScore

38.89%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"as if responding to the proximity of something—someone—they couldn’t yet name"
1	"dishes that seemed to writhe slightly, as if the food itself were alive"

0.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

4.41

wordCount

907

matches

0	"not into stone but into the roots of a massive tree"
1	"not just the table but the garden beyond it"
2	"not water but something thick"
3	"not just a corridor but a river of light"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	57
matches	(empty)

83.95%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

50.39

std

22.36

0.444

sampleLengths

0	76
1	66
2	42
3	106
4	47
5	64
6	33
7	74
8	48
9	22
10	59
11	55
12	49
13	30
14	33
15	65
16	13
17	25

98.25%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"was blackened"

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount	0
totalVerbs	130
matches	(empty)

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.14

matches

0	"The amber sky stretched endlessly above, stained with the hues of a perpetual sunset, and the scent of fermenting fruit and something richer—like spiced wine left to age in forgotten cellars—clung to her clothes."
1	"The crimson gemstone glowed faintly, as if responding to the proximity of something—someone—they couldn’t yet name."
2	"Its bark was blackened in places, as though scorched by some ancient fire, yet new growth clung to its surface—white flowers with petals like moth wings, their centers glowing with the same crimson light as the pendant."
3	"“Hel,” Isolde said softly, her voice carrying an edge of something Aurora couldn’t place—nostalgia?"
4	"Servants moved through the crowd—were they servants?—their faces blurred, their forms flickering in and out of solidity like candles in a draft."
5	"The gemstone’s glow cast long shadows across the feast, revealing not just the table but the garden beyond it—a labyrinth of hedges trimmed into impossible geometries, paths that looped back on themselves, fountains that spouted not water but something thick and syrupy that caught the light like molten gold."
6	"Their mouths were open, but no sound emerged—only the faintest echo of rumbling, as if the stones themselves remembered a time before silence."
7	"The pendant burned, and the path ahead shimmered, revealing not just a corridor but a river of light—amber, deep, infinite."

100.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount	803
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	23
adverbRatio	0.028642590286425903
lyAdverbCount	8
lyAdverbRatio	0.009962640099626401

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	57
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

15.91

std

8.94

0.562

sampleLengths

0	16
1	34
2	26
3	12
4	22
5	25
6	7
7	10
8	16
9	16
10	10
11	28
12	16
13	25
14	27
15	16
16	8
17	7
18	10
19	6
20	27
21	37
22	14
23	1
24	18
25	8
26	10
27	12
28	22
29	22
30	21
31	7
32	11
33	9
34	8
35	14
36	16
37	18
38	11
39	14
40	6
41	49
42	15
43	23
44	11
45	9
46	21
47	15
48	18
49	3

61.99%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	3
diversityRatio	0.40350877192982454
totalSentences	57
uniqueOpeners	23

0.00%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount	0
totalSentences	49
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"She blinked, her bright blue"
1	"They called this place Gluttony,"
2	"It had been pulsing since"
3	"They knelt, pressing a hand"
4	"It thrummed with a rhythm"
5	"Its bark was blackened in"
6	"They crossed the threshold, and"
7	"They wore the expressions of"
8	"She clapped a hand over"
9	"she said, tasting the air"
10	"She followed the pull of"
11	"Their mouths were open, but"
12	"She didn’t need to."
13	"She stepped onto its surface,"

ratio

0.286

41.63%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The moment Aurora stepped through"
1	"The amber sky stretched endlessly"
2	"She blinked, her bright blue"
3	"Nyx moved ahead, their form"
4	"They called this place Gluttony,"
5	"*A realm where excess devours"
6	"Aurora tightened her grip on"
7	"It had been pulsing since"
8	"The crimson gemstone glowed faintly,"
9	"The vines were silver-barked, their"
10	"Trees bent under the weight"
11	"Nyx murmured, their voice a"
12	"They knelt, pressing a hand"
13	"The earth was warm, but"
14	"It thrummed with a rhythm"
15	"Aurora followed their gaze to"
16	"Its bark was blackened in"
17	"Isolde said softly, her voice"
18	"They crossed the threshold, and"
19	"The air grew thicker, saturated"

ratio

0.837

100.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Even in their solid state,"
1	"Before them sprawled a vineyard"

ratio

0.041

0.00%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"She blinked, her bright blue eyes adjusting to the warmth that radiated from the very stones beneath her feet, which pulsed faintly, almost like a heartbeat."
1	"The crimson gemstone glowed faintly, as if responding to the proximity of something—someone—they couldn’t yet name."
2	"The vines were silver-barked, their leaves shimmering with an inner light, heavy with grapes that ripened in impossible hues: deep indigo streaked with gold, pu…"
3	"Trees bent under the weight of fruit that looked too perfect, too eager to be plucked."
4	"Silver platters held steaming roasts that exhaled fragrant smoke, towers of bread baked with threads of starlight, and goblets filled with wines that shimmered …"
5	"Its bark was blackened in places, as though scorched by some ancient fire, yet new growth clung to its surface—white flowers with petals like moth wings, their …"
6	"They wore the expressions of people who had eaten too much, their eyes glassy, mouths open in silent laughter or silent screams."
7	"The gemstone’s glow cast long shadows across the feast, revealing not just the table but the garden beyond it—a labyrinth of hedges trimmed into impossible geom…"
8	"Their mouths were open, but no sound emerged—only the faintest echo of rumbling, as if the stones themselves remembered a time before silence."
9	"She stepped onto its surface, her boots materializing on air as if the realm itself bent to accommodate her."
10	"And still, the pendant pulsed, a beacon in the heart of Gluttony, drawing them deeper into a world that would not let them leave unchanged."

0.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"Nyx murmured, their voice a susurrus that made the leaves tremble"
1	"Nyx said, their voice low"

59.09%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Nyx murmured (murmur)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.364

leniency

0.727

rawRatio

0.25

effectiveRatio

0.182

69.5089%