Crushed stone granules grind beneath your nails, sharp edges biting into skin like forgotten teeth. Thin, frayed threads of fiber twist through the debris, their dusty red hue pulsing faintly with buried warmth. A tiny form stirs within, no larger than a pebble, its surface etched with vein-like cracks that whisper of concealed fire.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).