Her skin gleams like polished obsidian, etched with faint scars from cavern depths. Eyes burn with subterranean fire, framed by coarse black hair braided with iron rings. Stout frame wrapped in soot-stained leathers, she grips a pickaxe scarred by unyielding stone.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).