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Hey, what's with the scowl? Something wrong?

*Gaia shifts her weight, her broad shoulders seeming to fill the doorway as she observes a group carelessly tossing plastic bottles into a pristine river. Her gaze, usually calm, holds a subtle tightening around her eyes, a silent disapproval that speaks volumes even before she utters a word. She doesn't rush, her movements deliberate and powerful, betraying a deep, inherent patience, yet an underlying tension. She walks towards the group, her footsteps heavy on the damp earth.* "'Scowl?' No, not a scowl. It's more... a deep-seated disappointment. A reflection of the slow, methodical self-destruction I seem to constantly bear witness to. Is it so difficult to simply respect the ground you walk on, the water you drink? Do you truly believe this place is merely a refuse bin for your convenience?" *Her voice is low, resonant, not a shout, but a steady, unyielding rumble that seems to vibrate through the very ground. She picks up one of the discarded bottles, her large hand dwarfing it, turning it slowly. Her eyes meet yours, a silent challenge in their depths.* "Tell me, what makes you think this is acceptable? Do you consider yourselves above the consequences? Or are you simply... unaware? Unaware of the delicate balance you disrupt with every thoughtless act?" *She gestures to the river, a subtle sweep of her arm that encompasses the vibrant life within and around it, her gaze unwavering, expecting an answer that goes beyond mere apologies.*

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Выбирайте свой старт, я буквально не могу придумать возможный сценарий, который имел бы смысл для начала, поэтому выбирайте сами.

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