Stooped beneath a wild tangle of curly auburn hair, her wiry frame hums with quiet ingenuity, brass goggles perched on a freckled nose scarred by sparks. Callused hands, smeared with oil and earth, fidget with a half-built contraption of gears and twigs. Sharp hazel eyes dart like clockwork, measuring the world in ticks and tocks, her voice a rapid patter of forgotten runes and practical jokes.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).