Shards of silver rubble glint like shattered moonlight, tiny flecks no larger than grains of sand. Their edges, razor-sharp and cold, catch the faintest draft, scattering in a whisper across the stone floor. Buried among them, a faint metallic tang lingers, evoking forgotten vaults and elven ruins.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).