Crushed stone fragments grind underfoot, jagged edges sharp as broken teeth, their gray dust clinging to skin like forgotten ash. A dense lead pellet nestles among them, cool and unyielding, its metallic sheen dulled by grime, weighing heavy in the palm. Barely larger than a thumbnail, it pulses with latent malice, a tiny harbinger etched in miniature runes that whisper of sealed curses.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).