Chunks of weathered rubble, jagged and dust-caked, enclose a dented tin canister the size of a clenched fist. Its surface bears faint etchings of forgotten runes, now pitted and scarred by time's relentless grind. Cool metal yields under pressure, releasing a faint, metallic tang into the still air.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).