Splintered oak planks, no wider than your palm, jut from a mound of jagged stone chunks, edges sharp as shattered bone. Dust clings to their weathered grain, flecked with iron-red stains from some forgotten crush. Beneath, faint cracks whisper of collapse, heavy with the scent of damp earth and rot.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).