What is the difference between perspective and narrative?

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Narrative- Any account of a collection of connected incidents or experiences, whether fictitious or nonfictional, is referred to as a narrative, story, or tale. A sequence of written or spoken words, still or moving images, or any mix of these can be used to present a narrative.

Story of the Rabbit and the Turtle, for instance.

Prespective- A particular way of looking at something is called a perspective, especially one that is shaped by your experiences or views.

In other words, perspective is the lens through which the characters see and interpret the events taking place in the story.

As an illustration, consider the mental picture you had while listening to the tale of the Rabbit and the Turtle.

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