Chunks of weathered stone rubble crunch underfoot, their jagged edges grinding like ancient teeth. Nestled amid the debris gleams a medium brass ingot, its surface etched with faint verdigris veins, warm and heavy as it catches the light in dull, hammered curves. The metal's subtle patina whispers of forgotten forges, unyielding yet tarnished by time's relentless bite.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).